I walk into my first college class for the day with my stack of used textbooks and my big, practically turtle shell looking book bag. I realize everyone is staring at me, whispering to one of their friends, or snickering at my expense. Slowly I trail down my eyes throughout the whole classroom and realize everyone is either very chill in regard of dress and supplies or in between. The professor clears his throat and continues as I drop my bag and wriggle through the rows of seats to get to the empty one at the front of class.
"Look at that nerd" someone whispers
As I plop down on the seat I pay it no mind. Ever since I was little I was always the teacher's pet, with my glasses, over-sized supplies and backpack, and my quirky fashion sense for plaid and paisley. My mind was oblivious to it all. I didn't get into Colombia by being popular. Maybe I missed out on some key high school memories, but frankly again I didn't care. I was aiming toward being CEO of a Fortune 500 company.
"Melanie, Can you enlighten me on your business plan you were all supposed to be creating for homework?" the professor stated matter of factly
"Of Course" I said fairly excited
And as most everyone groaned knowing I had the best business plan being around 40 pages, I smiled knowing being the nerd had its perks.
2 hours later
As I packed up my things, ready to leave and head to my dorm to study. Carly Renaldi, one of the rich kids at Colombia who bought her way in with her parent's money, approached me.
"Hey Mel"
"Hey Carly, what do you want? I'm not in the mood for your poorly sarcastic attempt at comedy today."
"Look sorry for all the days I tormented you and called you names, but it was to work up to this moment." she said with a smirk
Knowing she wasn't really sorry I started to walk away heading to my dorm. Out of pure curiosity I gestured for her to follow so I could listen to this "moment" she was referring to.
"I'm just offering a proposition that's all. I mean now that I think about it you would be my perfect mini-me"
"WHAT?!"
I started to walk faster, trying to reach my dorm so I wouldn't have to continuously listen to this absurd idea to be this dumbass' mini-me.
"Look hear me out, with a little makeover and maybe a little tummy tuck- cuz no offense your a little pudgy sweetie- you could be me. I mean you have the blond hair and green eyes just hidden behind those ugly, garish things!"
"You mean glasses...." I said practically bawling on the inside
"Yeah, I mean how could you stand those things" she said with a truly awful and disgusted face
"Look thanks but no thanks. Frankly why would I wanna devolve into the dumb blonde stereotype and look like a pre-mature stripper with an I'm desperate looking makeup plastered all over my face."
Finally I reached my dorm and as I jiggled the keys in the door, looked straight in her angry eyes, and shut the door in her face I swear I could see the future of me ordering my Thai food from her as I sat in my larger than life penthouse suite as the CEO with my legs crossed and my life just getting better and better!
