Aftertaste [COMPLETED]

Chapter 1 :: There's a Reason for That

I'm actually dedicating this entire story to @cjustme...you've inspired me in more ways than you'll ever know (:

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"YEAH, MUM I'M FINE. Really I don't need anything." I let out a yelp. "What was that? What's wrong? Are you okay?" My worried mother questioned me from the other end of the line. With a smile, I rolled my eyes, my mother could be such a worry wart sometimes. "I'm fine Mum. I just knicked my finger on a box cutter is all." I heard her let out a sigh of relief. "Well listen Mum, I really should get going I've got lots of unpacking to do and I want to have time to tour the campus before curfew."

"Okay. Call me before you go to bed tonight."

"I will."

"Oh oh! And Love, let me know how your day goes tomorrow?"

"Okay, Mum, bye."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Okay bye honeybun. Enjoy the rest of your day."

I put my cell phone to my chest and threw my head back in exasperation. I mouthed oh my god.

After saying goodbye for another five minutes, we finally hung up. Scratching my head I looked around the room and took a deep breath. There were boxes and bags cluttered all over. "This is gonna take me forever."

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An hour and a half later, once I was satisfied with the setup of my room, I changed into a loose jumper and a pair of faded grey jeans.

Stepping out into the cool afternoon, I took in the fresh air and wandered around the campus, going nowhere in particular and not caring if I got lost.
Soon enough I came across the campus library; it was a gargantuan building, probably the oldest facility on campus, and when I stepped inside it brought a smile to my lips. It was a serene environment.

I could hear the turning of pages and the faint whisper of my own footsteps as I shuffled across the marble floor to the nearest empty table. I sat down and looked out of the large window to my right to see the dusky sky bleeding happy colors. Peach bled into salmon pink which collided with red who faded into purple and evaporated into pale blue. I placed my chin in the palm of my hand. "I already love it here," I whispered.

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The next morning, I was up at eight getting ready for my first full day. I put my hair up and dressed quickly. I  checked my phone, I had exactly ten minutes to get to class. Where did the time go?

Grabbing my art supplies off of my bed, I threw them into my satchel along with my laptop, and notebooks.

Out on campus, I walked on for a few minutes before I realised I had no idea where I was going. Pulling out my schedule, which was now beyond wrinkled, I furrowed my brow as I attempted to read what had been printed for my first period. Room 101A. I'd better book it if I want to make it there on time.

I didn't.

With a tingling hand I griped the door handle and stepped inside the choir room. They were all sat in black chairs, music in hand, the director was speaking. Doctor Ward. I had heard about him. He was one the best and most cut-throat university choral directors in the U.K. He did not stop, only glanced up at me and continued. I descended the steps that divided the room. Suddenly I stopped. On one side of the room there were guys: tenors baritones and basses I assumed, and the other side was all girls, altos and sopranos. Where do I  sit? Is there an assigned seating chart? How much had I missed? I was growing anxious.