One Hell Of A Year

The beginning

     "Are you sure you want to go here? I mean I'm fine with you leaving the country. I just don't want anything to happen while you're here. What if he's violent? What if he does something to you?"
     "I'll be fine, mom. I'm sure he is too. I'll call you if something goes down," giggled as I lifted the box and unpacked the makeup inside.
     "But what if he doesn't like your style? Not a lot of people think leather jackets and black lipstick are cool. Well...except for us," she smiled.
     "Mom, I survived high school and middle school. I think I'll live."
     "Of you say so, honey," she kissed my cheek and hugged me. I hugged back of course. Anybody who thinks it is too cool to hug or kiss their mom is a mystery to me.
     He walked in as soon as she walked out. He came alone. "David," he said extending his hand for me to shake.
     "I'm not your boss, dude. Put that down," I pushed his hand down with my index finger. "The name's Eden. Eden Rose."
     "Okay," he said, "so, you're an alternative chick."
     "Finally, someone doesn't call me emo!"
     He chuckled a bit. "I think it's cool. So what are you studying?"
     "Marine biology. You?"
     "Law," he said, "I got in from a scholarship. So I just choose the most successful one."
     "I'm sure you'll do great," I said, "so did you come alone?"
     "Yeah, my mom and I are fighting right now. I don't want to face her," he looked down.
     "I can lend a hand in moving you in," I offered, "where do I start?"
     "Y-you don't have too. I can handle it," he stuttered.
     "Oh, it'll be fine. My classes don't start until next week. I've got time to waste."
     "If you say so," he escorted me outside to his car where we spent a few hours getting him unpacked.
     On the way there, a smaller boy with glasses waved at me with a goofy smile. "Who's that?" I asked pointing.
     "No way," David looked at him and waved. The boy wasn't having it. He scowled in David's direction.
     "What?" I asked.
     "I went to high school with him. He was a huge dork and so was I. We fought a lot."
     "Ah, a conflict," I said with a devious tone. "I understand. A lot of people were at my throat before today."
     "Why?"
     I stared at him.
     "Oh. Yeah I wish people didn't think all alternative kids were scary," he looked down.
     "Yeah. But that doesn't matter. I'm me and no bitch is going to change that."
     "Right," he said.
     We unpacked and I took some time to explore campus. That's when David's nemesis approached me with a smile on his face. "Hi," he said, more like shouted, "it's John."