“OMG! Did you hear? The new Indigo record is out!”
The noise of screaming sorority/cheerleader girls at this apparently tantalising piece of gossip almost outdid the noise of the university’s canteen on Monday morning. Usually the place was similar to that of jungle animals at a watering hole: loud, confused and out of control. But today the same word circled the canteen; the word that was on everybody’s lips. ‘Indigo’, ‘Indigo’, ‘Indigo’ and it was driving me crazy.
As I took in this mad scene I could only think about how different this place is to home back in England. Back home I would have been lead to a table and asked whether I wanted the caviar with eggs benedict or fresh fruit served with the finest French pastries. Here I’m being rushed by a group of freshman as they all clambered to reach the canteen line, desperate to grab dried up bits of bacon and congealed eggs before the rest of the student body. I mean I didn’t even know ‘cliques’ were real until I came here and saw how divided everyone was. All the people separated according to their major; all the arty ones stuck together, all the sporty ones grouped together in the centre and the slightly scary-looking emos clustered in the corner. I always thought those things only existed in bad teen movies, not in a real life and certainly not in university. My life before I came here was very different; I was William Knightley future Duke of Lancaster. Here I’m simply Will, college sophomore English Major. Sometimes the difference shocks me. Not that I would ever voice anything about my life before I came to New York College a year ago. The last thing I need is to be alienated because I’m technically aristocracy and because of … certain other things. So I tend to be seen as a very secretive, aloof person and trust me I want things to remain that way
The headache that was niggling at that the back of my head since last night erupted into a full blown migraine at the sound of a certain screeching cheerleader. ‘’Eurgh there is only one person who could make such a loud, annoying noise- Lacey bloody turner.”
Now I'm not gonna lie, I contemplate murder on a regular basis, with my best friend Rick usually taking the staring role in these morbid fantasies. Rick with a bullet in his chest, Rick with his eyes glazed over from poisoning, Rick with an axe in his head. What can I say the guy's an annoying prick but also the closest thing I have to a brother. Sad I know. But lacy Turner came a close second. Not the brother thing, that'd be weird but the Second-On-The-List-Of-People-Who-Could-Push-Me-To-Murder thing. Yeah.
Lacey Turner is and (unless Steven hawking decided to give up sections of his brain after death to the stupid folk of New York to better humanity) will most likely always be the epitome of stupidity. She makes Rachel from friends seem like a genius and although her hair is shoulder length auburn she is 100% blonde, through and through. If only her acid tongue was as small as her brain we would actually get some piece in between lectures, but unfortunately we’re not that lucky. When I heard she only got in on a cheerleading scholarship I wasn’t even surprised. All that comes out of her mouth is rubbish, yet today I couldn’t help but have my curiosity piqued, she seemed even more animated than usual.
“I wonder what she’s going on about”, I mutter not even trying to hide the sarcasm and annoyance in my voice.
“Indigo, of course” a laughing feminine voice whispers in my ear, nearly making me jump out my seat and spill tea all over myself.
“You can’t really blame them, Indigo’s the hottest topic at the moment, he’s so mysterious’’ I turned around, my frustrated grimace meeting Adelina Lambert’s stunning smile.
‘’By the way Will sarcasm so doesn’t suit you’’ she says not even trying to hide how funny she found my frustration. Addy was the first person I met when I came here. It was a rough flight between Heathrow and JFK and by the time I arrived at the dorms I was jet-lagged, disorientated and didn’t know where the hell to go. I got out of the canary yellow cab and shoved some money into the hand of the colourfully spoken cab driver and went through the antique looking entrance of Dormitory. Addy is a student worker; she came here on a scholarship which only covered here tuition and board so she got a job working at reception to pay for books and stuff. So she was the first one to greet me when I walked through the door dragging two suitcases and a rucksack.
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A Double, No Triple Life
Novela JuvenilWill. His Name said everything. he was a plain, simple, straightforward average Joe. Yeah right. After the death of his sister Will Knightley decided to fulfil the promise he made to her and pursue his dreams of singing on stage. Leaving his life of...
