Wasn't Drama Like This Supposed to End in Highschool?

Chapter 2

Wasn't Drama Like This Supposed to End in Highschool?

Chapter 2

Elena's POV

I jumped out of Michael's car the second the car stopped in the University parking lot. It had only been a week since graduation and I feel like so much has already changed. 

I was no longer a highschooler. I was a college girl, a single college girl. That's right. The night of our party Sam, the jerk, decides he's breaking up with me. 

I took the night to silently mourn, but then I was over it. Elena Sulca Mendoza cries for no boy.

He said he couldn't do long distant relationships. Like the two and a half hours between the University of Kentucky and UD was even long distance. Whatever. That boy doesn't know what he's missin' out on!

I heard Michael slam the car door, "You ready for this?"

I sighed, "I think so..." Huh? Was I nervous? That's strange, that's not really an Elena thing either. 

I felt Michael put his arm around me as we stared at the university buildings. He whispered in my ear, "It's ok Maggs, we got this."

Ha. Maggs. Only Michael and my mom were allowed to call me that. My full name is Magdalena Sulca Mendoza. But that's just so....spanish. So I usually went by Elena. But Michael still liked to tease me every once in a while. 

We began dragging our luggage towards a big building where a bunch a people were congregating. I had to admit, I was nervous. It took a lot of convincing for Michael and I to be allowed to come up here alone. We had eventually convinced our parents to come up later for the welcome banquet. But now, I kinda missed my mom.

Here’s where I wished I had a friend that was a girl coming to this camp thing. We met the first counselor Ashley, who introduced us to the other members of her team. Then she took me to the girls’ dorm to drop my things off, while Michael went with this guy, Joe, to the boys’ dorm.

“Here’s your room!” Ashley chirped happily, “unfortunately there are an odd number of girls here so you have a single! Lucky girl.” And then she left.

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About a half hour later of me just sitting in my room sulking, I heard squealing out in the hall. Hmm, more people must be here, I thought. Sometimes it sucks that Michael wants to be everywhere early.

When I popped my head out, I saw a whole group of girls chatting casually. I am not a shy girl. Never have been, that’s why I was so surprised by my own nerves earlier. I ran out and introduced myself to the first girl I saw.

“Hi! I’m Magdalena, but you can call me Elena. Who are you?” The girl giggled and answered with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen, “I’m Samantha! But my friends call me Sam…hey let’s be best friends!” 

I smiled to myself, this’ll be just as easy as the first day of highschool. “Sure!”

We got to know a bunch of the other girls pretty easily. Sam’s roommate, Lacey, was a ton of fun. And Mariana was gonna be a blast, I could tell. Plus, she’s super Hispanic, like me.

We met our other counselor, Ciara, a super fun black girl, who soon gathered all fifteen or so girls up to go to the opening banquet. Man, I’ve never heard such a loud group before…but we were all minorities so, I guess that’s the way it’s going to be.

But so far, I had a pretty good group going. Lacey was one eighth Native American, so hardly even a minority, and had layered brown hair. She was playing soccer for UD this fall. Sam was half Cuban and had pretty, curly brown hair with a perfect tan. Mariana on the other hand was full Brazilian. Her long blond hair and pristine tan would make any girl jealous. Me? I had thick wavy black hair and a permanent tan. So, typical Hispanic.

“Come on guys!” Ciara yelled, “Keep up with me, you’re not in college yet, and you can still get lost!”

Finally, we made it to the banquet hall.

OH MY GOD. So many boys. What? I’m recently broken up. I need a little distraction. Sam and Mariana both had boyfriends but Lacey and I were practically hopping up and down.

I guess I should have realized that when STEM stood for Science, Technology, Engineering and Math, there would be way more guys here than girls. After all, not many girls went into those fields of study. But there were about two guys to every one girl here.

I was in heaven.