College Fiend [A$AP Rocky]

Part One: One

"There is a time and place for everything, and it's called college."

Well, I was finally here.

This was what I’ve spent most of my life waiting for. There has been contemplation, hesitation, emotions, and so much more. My whole life has led up to this. It seemed almost surreal as my African handmade slippers slid through the too-perfect grass on the campus of the University of Alabama. There were clumps of students scattered about the campus, just like the pictures. They all looked much older, much more mature than me though. That kind of intimidated me.

I walked a bit slower once I realized that I wasn’t like these people in the slightest manner. I didn’t belong there—I’d known that since the eighth grade, when my grades voluntarily dropped, when my teachers hated me and my peers feared me. That was the year I gave up on school. But fortunately, I picked up by ninth grade. Otherwise, there would be no possibility of getting accepted into this school.

I looked up and felt the tears developing in my eyes. Why did this always happen? Every time it was the first day of a new grade, and my mom would drop me off in the school before heading off to work, I would begin to cry. But mom wasn’t even here now.

Maybe that’s why I was crying.

The sky seemed thick for some reason, with fluffy white clouds contrasting its beautiful blue. I wished I could see some green hills maybe, to add to this wonderful nature imagine. Unfortunately, there was only rust. Rust buildings, rusty emotions. There was no hope.

And I was stuck.

“Hey, check your shoe, girl!” Someone called to me. I didn’t even bother to check who it was before looking down at my shoe to see a long trail of toilet paper stuck to the bottom. I sighed deeply, scraped it off, and continued walking. It couldn’t have been there for long, luckily. I hadn’t even gone to the bathroom since early in the morning, so I must have picked it up on the ground from the last girl who scraped it off.

“All students who are supposed to be registering at this time, please report to Wing A’s main office. Thank you.” An anonymous voice announced from an intercom. Content with being given someplace to be, I quickened my pace and was soon facing the doors of the college.

All I had to do was walk in.

Before I could, two girls deliberately nudged me on either side before reuniting side-by-side and strutting into the college. Who did they think they were?

“Neffie and Flo,” a white boy answered my question somehow. He had platinum blond hair and an innocent, lovable demeanor. “They were pretty popular back at Washington Irving.”

“How would you know?” I asked him as we walked together further into the school.

“I went to school with them.” The boy replied in a ‘duh’ tone.

“You’re from New York?”

“Yeah, I am. Well, I was born in LA but I moved to New York when I was little.” The boy explained as he took a pen to sign his name on an attendance sheet outside the door of the main office of Wing A. I figured I should sign too, and took the pen right after he was finished with it. Then we were back to walking and talking.

“Since then I’ve been skateboarding and winning Spelling Bees. Both of those things got me a scholarship to this place.” He licked his cracked lips. Only now did I notice the skateboard he was clutching in his left hand. I had always considered skater boys to be very intriguing, since they weren’t very common where I was from.

“I didn’t know you could get scholarships for skating…”

This was evidently Wing A, where we were supposed to register. There was a dense crowd of students instead of the separated clumps like there were on the campus outside. They were talking loudly, causing the boy to have to speak up.