Maybe, Maybe Not

Chapter One:

"Stop it! I'm going, I'm going!" I shouted, laughing as I went. My older sister was pushing me through the front gates of Northshore University. I was starting my first year of college. "Get out, go have fun, make friends, yada yada yada." said my sister Heather. "Ok, ok. My dorm is right over there. I will text you later." I said, my eyes watering. My dad smiled and my mom was crying. "My little baby, all grown up," she said. I hugged her and I said goodbye To my family.

The short walk towards my dorm building was very interesting. I saw the freshmen saying goodbye to their families, and the seniors saying hello to all of their friends. I felt very out of place in my Chuck Taylor's and my normal red lipstick. Me, being the clumsy idiot I am, bumped into a guy while looking at a group of juniors signing up for a language club. I didn't look up at him. I kept walking. "Sorry," I said awkwardly and quietly. I swear that he watched me walking away. I could feel his eyes through my back. I trodden on, looking down the entire time.

I walked over to the dorm building, taking to no one as I went. I was on the third floor. Room 3L. "Let's do this," I whispered. I walked into the large building and into the large common room. It had rugs and couches and faux-leather chairs. Vending machines, TV's, coffee tables, everything. I scrambled into the elevator with my bags. I felt so small. I was so petite and these bags were so big and heavy. They probably thought it looked funny, me carrying these huge trunks. I opened the gated elevator door and trudged down the hall. My room was all the way at the end of the hall. I unlocked the door, and fell into my new dorm. I chose the bed on the right side. The room had two desks, two beds, and a black, two-three person futon. I dropped my bags at the end of my bed, and put on my sheets and red duvet. I started to hang up posters. I had way to many. I had posters of bands, singers, books, movies, everything. I had a lot of Harry potter posters, too. I was just putting my notebooks and cd's on my desk when I heard the door lock click.

Chapter Two:

The door flung open to reveal a young girl with long, straight, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. "Hello!" She said. She was wearing a blue sundress and grey flats. "You must be Grace, right?" I nodded. "Cool! I'm Emilie Rosemonet!". She stuck out her hand. I shook it. "What are you majoring in?" She asked. "Writing and Performing Arts. I'm doing the double major." I replied. "You?" "Veterinarian studies." "Cool!" I said. "Wanna go check check out the stands on the main field?" Emilie asked. "Umm..." I didn't really want to, yeah know, be social. "C'mon it will be fun!" She said. "Mkay," I grabbed my Gryffindor backpack and my glittery iPhone. "Let's go!" Emilie said. She picked up her grey leather bag and opened the door. "Okay." I said finally. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door.

It was warm. It was breezy. It was a perfect day. The wind was blowing through my sweater. "So, you said that you like music and writing? There should be some groups around here for that around here somewhere..." said Emilie, looking around. "Um, no, it's ok. I don't really want to umm..." I really didn't want to join a group right now. I wanted to sit in my room, write, read, watch YouTube videos and movies, not really do anything. Emilie was such a happy person. She was the girl that everyone is gonna know, she will be seen at all the parties, lots of friends, all that stuff I never really had or did.

We walked a little ways, Emilie looking at some of the stands, when someone tapped me on my shoulder. "Hey um...oh. Hi!". A tall, thin, lanky boy was standing behind me. He had golden blonde, swooping hair and perfect skin. He wasn't really tall, just slightly above average. He had a big smile and white teeth. He was really cute. "I like your bag," he said. His voice was smooth and cool. "Oh, uh, thanks..." my voice trailed off into nothing. We stood awkwardly for a few moments until Emilie turned around and realized what was going on. "Luke...is that you?!" she said excitedly. "Emilie...?" he replied. She hustled towards him and gave him a small hug.

"How are you? You look great,"

"Fine, and you?"

"Great!"

"Sweet."

I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what was happening.

"Oh, Grace, this is Luke. He was a friend of mine in junior high." said Emilie. "Luke, this is Grace. Grace, Luke."

He stuck out his hand.

I shook it.

"Nice to meet you, Grace."

"you as well."

"How do you know emilie?"

"New Roomate."

"Ahhhhh. I see."

I stood kinda awkwardly. "Well, do you wanna hang with us?" asked Emilie. Luke smiled his teethy smile and nodded. We walked around, the three of us. Well, more Emilie and Luke chatted and I walked right behind them. "So, Grace, what are you majoring in?" Luke asked suddenly. "Fiction Writing/poetry and performing arts." "Cool! I'm in the Arts program, too. My main study is guitar and a little bit of singing." "I'm the oppisite. Mostly singing and a little bit of guitar.". He flashed a smile and turned back around. We walked a little longer until Emilie said, "You know, they are having a party tonight for the freshmen on the football field tonight. We should go!" I thought for a moment, then said, "Oh, um...well... I'm not really that kinda person..." my voice trailed off, like a voice echoing off a cliff. "C'mon! We could get all dressed up, a great first impression!" Said Emilie. "Okay..." I mumbled. "Well, let's go then! It's 5, and the party is at 8, so we better get going!". Luke shook his head at us. "Do you guys REALLY need THAT LONG to get ready?" "Yes, yes we do." I said. Luke laughed and smiled this new smile, that I think I was going to have to grow used to.