30 Before 30

firsts

8 years ago....

Wake up!'
A loud voice screamed in my head. It was the voice of my father with his usual morning announcement.

I didn't want to wake up. It was my first day of college, a new venture and I didn't feel confident but I knew I had to make a good first impression. I didn't know what to expect and the idea of staying in my bed was very appealing to me. As that thought crossed my mind I felt the sudden chill of my sheets being ripped from me. Breaking the warmth and shelter of my cosy nest.
I was now awake.

Annoyed and frustrated I slowly rose from my bed wishing I had more time to prepare. Smart casual I thought to myself. The dress code at my new institute. I was only 16 I had no Idea what that meant so I opted for a black blazer, trousers and a white shirt I didn't feel my best but I knew I was running out of time and it would take a while to get there.
I felt bland, plain and boring, my dark hair which covered half my face protected me from the feeling of being noticed. I can make it through the day I thought to myself with a faked confidence.

As I left my house to embark on my journey the cold air hit me hard. I was freezing which only made my anxiety worse. The feeling of the unknown troubled my mind but it was too late to back out now my bus was here.

The bus journey seemed to take forever, I could feel each bump and turn as my stomach began to tie it self in knots. I tried to focus on other things in order to stop the over bearing queasy feeling when I noticed a boy staring at me. I looked around the bus to make sure it was me he was looking at. Feeling uneasy I put my head down and played with my phone to appear busy. This was not what I needed.

He was dressed quite smartly for his age. Most guys wear jeans and a t-shirt he was in a suit. Although his attire was smart his messy curly dark brown hair made him appear laid back and chilled. As I looked up the boy smiled. He knew I was watching and that thought made me uncomfortable as questions overtook my brain.  why was he staring? Do i have something on my face? Or was he going to the same place I was? As that thought crossed my mind the bell went to indicate the bus was stopping and the boy got off. A feeling of relief ran through me as I knew I was no longer being watched. Little did I know that he would be my first love and it would end bitter sweet.

I got off the bus two stops later, with the annoyance of that boy in my head I had almost forgotten my prior feelings. As I walked to my new destination a wave of nerves hit me.
The building was old and very big, vines seemed to trace around the edges of the windows detailing the old red brick that I saw before me. The college was grander than I had expected nothing like the booklets.

I walked into a large Hall filled with young new students beaming with excitement. Echoes of laughter and chat was the escape I needed as i nervously sat down.  I waited patiently to hear my name to find out what class I was assigned to when I heard to familliar voices. 

"ISSY!"

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