Right Timing

Prologue

January 1st, 2014. 

Do you ever just get the feeling that everything around you is moving faster than it should? Like when you sitting on a table, in a crowded place, and it seems like you are the only one living in normal seconds, and normal minutes, and everything else is just fast forward, and you get that anguish of being too slow? That everything about you and your life just moves too freaking slow, and you will never catch up with everyone else. I do. So they say it's already 2014, the subprime crisis is almost over, there is new hope in economy, and in everyone's futures, Jonas Brothers are out of fashion, and Hannah Montana is over, and I wonder where did my childhood went. Now we are all about Tumblr, and it can be either rainbows and British flags telling me to Keep Calm, or black and white emo pictures that look taken right out of Skins. MSN is no longer a thing, and we are migrating from Facebook to a weird no social where people post their food all the time. I don't. I don't post my food. Never did. Never will. My friends had an endless list of boyfriends during high school. They even had "phases".

Oh my god, do you remember Heather and her "nerd phase"?What was she thinking?

I wouldn't know if I have a phase, or a type, or anything of the sort, I never put much thought into it to be honest. Did I find some of them cute? Yes. Was I too scared to talk to any of them? Also yes. So, I managed to get to the end of high school without have ever kissed a boy. VM is what I am. And I know what you're thinking, Vice Manager, right? That's what I thought they meant the first time Heather called me that, I was flattered. It's not Vice Manager. It's virgin mouth. Sounds terrible. 

 Thankfully, by the time Prom came, none of my two best friends had boyfriends, so I didn't feel bad going on my own, because the three of us went together... Of course, Sidney ended up making out with Ethan on the science lab, and Heather went home with her ex, Jimmy, the nerd one.

 Am I going to slow with this? I think I am, let me wrap this up to you: the school year ended, we went to graduation, I didn't make valedictorian but I was so close! I had applied to all close by universities, and made one or two very stupid and reckless applications, and got accepted on every one of them (not bragging). Spent summer doing college tours in the ones that were close, with my dad. It. Was. Sad. By mid-July, something came through me, I decided I had had enough, and chose to go to the furthest university I got accepted in. 

Yes... you can say it: What was I thinking? Well, in my defence, I was thinking that if I went far enough to a place where nobody knew me, I would have the chance to create a whole new confident personality. Maybe I could lose some wait until September and go there feeling like a hot bun. I obviously didn't. Anyway, I packed my bags, hopped on a plane, flew four hours, and here I am. Brand new location, same old me.

I did manage to make some friends on the first days. Hemma and Sarah. And yes, Hemma with an H. It's weird, I know, and I told her. And the story repeats itself. It's me, two hot best friends, classes, missing parties I don't want to be in, hiding away at midnight on the new years, when everyone is getting kissed under the fireworks. Everyone but me. Yes. I am writing on a journal at midnight on the new years... just let me tell you about this, because it's about to get more interesting.