You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

Stupid Plastic Flamingo - Chapter One

Mia's POV.

I'm finally here. To the place where I get to experience what freedom is and live my life how I want for a change. I'm currently standing outside of the London University with two suitcases, three bags full of all my stuff and a massive smile on my face. I literally packed everything I own because once I graduate, I will be finding my own place to live.

The University was a lot bigger than I thought, having three different buildings placed around the campus. There was a long, light brown pathway that leads to the main building; the other two buildings placed either side, just a little further back. The grass that was placed behind the tall, black gates was a vibrant green colour, obviously having been looked after well and making the place seem even more fancy. The buildings were tall, clearly having many floors to it, allowing accommodation for hundreds of students. This was going to be my home for the next four years and I think I'm going to enjoy it.

I can't believe that I'm actually going to University, ready to begin my lifelong dream of becoming a singer. Everyone always thinks that I'm aiming too high, that it was not a realistic dream, but I'm going to prove them wrong. I'm going to become a singer and prove everyone wrong, especially my parents. Not only am I going to do what I've always wanted, but I get to experience it with my best friend, Whitney.

Whitney has been my friend since I can remember. I was born in July and she was born in June, living together next door to each other ever since and eighteen years later we're going to University, together. She was the only friend that stuck by me when everyone else was leaving me. When no one was there to support me, she was. When I cried every night and woke up screaming and shaking, she was always there to calm me down and help me through it. It's down to her that I have the strength to actually do this right now.

My parents were never very supportive when it came to my preferred career choice; they thought it would be better if I was a teacher or doctor. Ever since I was able to read and write my parents have convinced me that studying hard and keeping your mind focused on work was the way forward. Every day after school my Mom would make me study for at least three hours and if I didn't finish everything she wanted me to, then I would not have any dinner. I know she only did it because she wanted the best for me in the future, but I think she went the wrong way about it.

It wasn't very often that I went without food; my Dad would always sneak me some if I did. Although my Dad agreed with my Mom about the studying, he didn't like the 'no food' part. He always thought that if I was happy, I would be more willing to do more work and want to have a better future for myself.

I did partly agree with my parents though. I knew that I needed to study and make sure that I didn't end up living off benefits or working at McDonalds, not that there is anything wrong with that, I just didn't want that to be my life. I wanted to make sure that when I was ready to have a family that I would be able to financially support them and be able to give them the best start in life. With that said, I also wanted to live my dream. I know that being a singer may never happen for me, but I need to at least try. If I did become successful, then I would have more than enough money, more than a doctor earned, anyway. So that is why I decided to follow my heart and make my dream come true.

"I can't believe we're actually going to University!" Whitney screamed in my ear, bouncing on the balls of her feet and clapping her hands excitedly.

"I know. I feel so grown up." I replied, staring at the huge building in front of me in awe.

I've waited for this day for so long and now it's finally here. No more being called a nerd. No more being shoved into lockers. No more being a loser. I can be who I want to be and not be judged for it.