사랑 참 어렵다 (Love is hard)

Chapter Two.

"Ugh." I huff as I struggle getting my suitcase out of the bus and onto the pavement. I nearly tripped over my suitcase as it got caught on the corner of the door on the way out! But luckily I maneuvered and saved myself from embarassement.

Finally placing my bags down, I let out a well deserved stretch from such a cramped bus ride. "I hate public transport" I say to myself as I look over at the entrance gate to the college campus. The place where I'll be spending most of my time. It kinda feels good. "New beginnings" I mutter as I place my duffle bag over my shoulder while grabbing my suitcases dragging them along behind me. "Here we go."

This was it. My chance to prove to everyone that things aren't always set in stone. It wasn't that I cared about proving it to others, it was more of proving it to myelf that mattered, that I was more than just....more than just my past and blood.

As I continued to drag my suitcases behind me, I take in the scenery around me. People scattered around the area, the sun light on my skin, taking a breath in I smile to myself "things will look up and this is where it's going to happen." I say as I look around, a huge smile forming on my face.

Stopping to rest my wrists for a second, I pull out my phone and click on the email I received about my dorm.
Hmm, Tower View Dorms. Looking at the map on my phone, I spin around, grabbing my bags as I walk back a few steps and turn a corner.
Walking until I was facing a building that said "TVB" on a little plaque near the door.
"This is it."
I stand at the entrance for a while as I let all my feelings and emotions sink it. The nerves, butterflies in my stomach, excitement; taking a deep breath in I walk in, confident about the new me that is emerging.

I walk up some stairs- a bit tired and sweaty after from carrying my suitcase, until I reach my floor. Walking down the corridor I find my room, standing in front of the door I grab hold of the door knob and turn walking in.
I scan the room as I close the door behind me. It was pretty plain but ehat do you expect? I look over and see luggage already placed on one side of the room.
"Guess my roomie made it here first." Placing my stuff on the free side, I fling myself onto my bed and before I even knew it, I knocked out and took a nap.

*Bzzzt Bzzzzt. Bzzzt Bzzzzt*

"Ugghhh."
My hand aimlessly reaches up, trying to grab something but getting nothing to make the noise stop.

*Bzzzt Bzzzzt Bzzzt*

A little frustrated, I open my eyes rubbing them slightly before sitting up on my bed. I look around taking in my surroundings a little confused as to where I am before clicking when I see my suitcases. Shaking my head I turn to look at my pillow where my phone was buzzing away. My eyes widen as I grab my phone looking at the caller ID. Crap! "10 missed calls from oppa" I say to myself as I facepalm. Dialing his number back, I nervously bit my lower lip.

"YYAAAAAAA!!! WWAAAEEE?!!" an angry voice answers.

Holding my phone away from my ear, I roll my eyes bringing my phone back to my ear

"Ya, why do you have to shout?"  I yell back at him. I hear rustling in the background he is probably outside I think to myself.

"Look op-" I begin to say before he cuts me off.

"I CALLED YOU 10 TIMES! 10 TIMES! NO ANSWER! I WAS BEGINNING TO THINK YOU DIDNT EVEN MAKE IT OFF THE BUS!" He yells.

"YA STOP YELLING AT ME. I FELL ASLEEP WHEN I GOT IN MY ROOM! MIAN!" I yell back. Two can play the yelling game.
Angry and annoyed I shut my mouth and wait for him to reply. I can see where he is coming from, but did he really have to yell at me? He knows how upset and hot headed I can get when I feel attacked.
I hear him sigh.