Freshman Year: sHE beLIEveD & sHE's brOKen

1: "My attitude will always be based on how you treat me."

Moving into college was…how should I put this? A bitch. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. It sucks moving all your shit into one tiny room that you’re going to share with two other people, so let’s skip that part.

            Putting up my poster, one of my roommates entered. She was quite the shock. If you put us side by side there’s no resemblance. She had pink hair that was cut shortly, and a bit on the over weight side, with anime clothes while here I was with my shoulder length blonde hair, curvy body, and black clothes. Now for someone who came from a small prep school this was shocking. And yes, I went to a prep school even though I wear black, deal with it.

“Hello, I’m Vanna,” I greeted the best I could from standing on my bed, trying to pin up my poster.

“I’m Mary,” she said barely above a whisper, and left the room in a frightened state.

            I shrugged it off and finished pinning my poster up. The room was generous in size for a college dorm, and boring as hell. The walls needed decorating badly. I was officially done with moving in, and it was about one in the afternoon. I called up my mother, who kindly helped me move in, and told her that I was heading downtown for lunch.

            The walk was twenty minutes if walking at a steady pace. It didn’t bother me in the slightest; I quite enjoyed walking. It gave me time to think, and reflect. On my way downtown, there were cute guys everywhere. This was a shock. At my high school there were no cute guys, and if they were, they were your typical douches, so I never really dated. That was one thing I was looking forward to, getting to maybe date someone.

            Now it couldn’t just be anyone. I have standards. He has to be smart, cute, and a good guy. But seriously, he has to be smart. That is one qualification that cannot be over looked. Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking, “Seriously? Don’t you just want a good looking guy on your arm?” And to answer that… No. My dad is incredibly smart, and taught me a lot growing up when the teachers in school failed to get it across to me. My dad set the bar high on expectations. I want a well-put together guy, who likes to think and talk about the world and philosophical and psychological stuff. Yes, I think way too much. Anyways…

            Arriving downtown, I spotted the coffee shop I had gone to when I came to visit. It’s my secret hide out. And you’re thinking, what the hell? A secret hideout, isn’t that kid stuff? To answer that question, no. My secret hide out is the equivalent to a safe place. Somewhere I can escape to when I need to think, which is often.

            My phone buzzed and I grabbed it out of my pocket before entering the coffee shop, and it was a text from my other roommate, Alli. I had met her the night before and we got along nicely. In fact, we ended up being best of friends, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

            The text read, “Moving in soon! Can’t wait until orientation tomorrow!” I smiled, and put my phone away while I ordered a coffee and a croissant. The cashier was taller than I with brown hair that matched his eyes. He was cute, but too old for me. I took my coffee and croissant and went to the other room where the seating area was.

            I sat down with my croissant and coffee and texted my roommate back, “I know, I can’t wait to meet new people and have friends!” I sat back and observed the coffee shop. The place wasn’t packed, but there were enough people in here. I sat on the comfy chair in the corner next to the stereo that played a good variety of music.

            There was an old couple that sat at the end of the coffee shop. I admired them. The way they laughed together and looked at each other. That was love. True love. Something that doesn’t seem to exist in these times, so when I find it, I admire it. I take it in to remind me that love does exist. And that, Love, is exactly what I would find this year.