First Day
So here is the deal, I don't like unusual names. I much prefer common ones. Although my name is Ophelia Jackson, being called Lia is more appreciated. I guess my name could have been worse; there was Agnes in the line so my mother said. But to tell the truth, my name is what makes me unique; unusual names do have their advantages.
I am a perfectly healthy twenty year old female, who has never had her first kiss. That's right, you heard me, never had my first kiss. I've always pictured that moment would be special, maybe with the person I will grow old with. I can close my eyes and imagine my prince charming walking towards me in slow motion, fog spread everywhere. He would grab me into his arms and lean me to the side, placing a sweet tender kiss on my lips.
But, then my thoughts are interrupted by my brothers, laughing like idiots and they would say, 'Seriously, does that even happen these days?' So that's when I imagine the guy from The Vampire Diaries, Stefan, taking me in his arms. A girl can only dream.
Though I love to gossip about people, mainly off the television, I don't like it when people gossip about me. But hey, how can I stop them from gossiping? Everyone judges a book by it's cover now these days. So I tend to stay away from the gossiping kind of crowd.
My brothers always tell me that I wouldn't be able to fit in those kind of crowds anyway because my personality isn't what they are looking for. Who wants a girl in their group who outshines them with her funny character. My brothers like to call it sarcasm. Also I would stick out like a sore thumb in that group of five foot nothings, I'm tall, five foot nine inches to be exact. Measuring myself has been a thing for me when growing up, the wall in my bedroom is covered in heights. It's a nice family memory that I try to cling onto when moments get from worse to even worse.
You know, one of my weirdest habits is, rearranging my food from smallest to largest; sometimes I don't know I'm doing it. Uh-huh, it's true. I like to call it food OCD. That's another reason why I should stay away from people.
Now we've had a peek into my personality you would probably assume that I wouldn't mind meeting people and making new friends. Well, it's the complete opposite. It's my first year at University and I am terrified of making new friends. I try and convince myself each time that I'm a nice person, but am I? I'm most worried about being judged. Everyone in this world seems to be judged on appearance, and we all know mine isn't the best. They should get to know me first, the real me. Not because I'm blonde and blue eyed, that's stereotyping me. But most of all, they will judge me by my name.
I am a much organised person. My university bag is always ready with all my books, pads with pencils and pens. I have lots of spare pens – you know what people can be like, 'Can I borrow a pen?' And I say, 'Yeah sure, give it back at the end.' What do you know; I've never seen that pen again.
I do have my own personalized pen, which I refuse to lend out. If this pen ever goes missing I will hunt that person down.
No, seriously I will.
I know it's just a pen, but I would like to keep one towards the end of my three year course. They can be very expensive now.
I should really get out of bed now and get dressed instead of hiding away under my duvet.
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I picked up my keys from the counter top in the kitchen and rushed out of the front door.
I knew I shouldn't have stayed in bed for an extra fifteen minutes.
I opened the driver's door to my Black GMC SUV and chucked my bag to the passenger seat. I started up my car and drove out of the drive way like a bat out of hell. Seconds before pulling away, I saw my mother at the window, waving. I just smiled and drove away. She is an over the top mother, she exaggerates everything. If I have a friend over, she has a four course meal out and that's only to snack on. My family is pretty wealthy; my two older brothers who are obsessed with playing Ice Hockey.
