Elena,Elena

Chapter 1 Sweetcheeks not yo' mama

Albert Einstein once said that you can live as though nothing is a miracle or as though ever day is a miracle.
Today might not be a special day but it's a day I can be the best of myself.

Most 19 years old cannot think past the border line but you see me on the other hand, I think beyond. This usually drills fear into me and stop me from doing anything that my brain says no,no,no. My body, like the betrayer it is, agrees with my brain. It's as though the two are the controllers of me nothing is permissible as long as they say.

But my brain isn't the bad guy here, it's the fear that hits me like the banging on a gong and causes me to turn weak. My hands become numb and clammy while my brain goes into overdrive.

So the fear controls the brain, how impossible it may sound but true if you have been through an experience similar to that.

I should obviously hate my brain for listening to fear, but i love it in a way that you might love your pillow or bed; softly but badly. My brain is the reason for my many accomplishments.

Accomplishments like, valedictorian of my senior class and, now, a student at Yale.
One of the best colleges in all America.

I get out of my sweet car and make my way to the college entrance. I can hear the thousands of chattering from students scattered in and around the building, the crunching of fallen leaves from moldering trees, stale from the recent spring.

Its been my second week of college and not the second best week either. There's been tons of assignments for me to handle lately and I've got a test next in philosophy.

I make my way into The crowded hallway to be greeted by prejudicial stares.

My boots screeching by every step I make on the polished floor, tainted with dust-like footsteps.

It's always so funny how people may see you pass by, they stare at you as if you recently killed a man, then at the end of the day forget you even existed. I guess they have better things to occupy they're minds.

I take a right turn from the busy hallway and into an empty classroom. I do a little brush through of notes I already revised and made sure I got everything ( by everything, I mean almost everything)

The bell goes and I see a few other students walk into class with their bags in one hand and their books in another.

I was the first one here since I needed the extra revision and I couldn't do it in the hall with a bunch of noisy children all over minding each others business.

They all greet our philosophy teacher, Sir Frances, in a respective tone before hurriedly finding their way to their seats.

All of them had a confident look on their faces that does not seem to wash off, which makes me even more nervous than I already am.

When everyone got settled down I see Sir Frances stand up from his seat at the front of the classroom. He rubs his hands on his blue shirt as if cleaning off some invisible dust. His dirty blonde hair is combed neatly to the back giving him a neat and strict look which is the exact replica of his personality. I've only been here a little more than a week and the man scares the shit out of me, which is good on his behalf, students won't joke around with him but get his work done.

I see him sit down and points to someone at the front seat and tell them something inaudible for me to hear.

"All books away in your bags and cell phones up front please" he says plainly.

I quickly put my book in my huge Johnsport bag.

A guy was picking up the cell phones.He looked smarter and pretty observant if you ask me. He was really tall and not to mention skinny. I see his hazel eyes scan me before reaching out to collect my iPhone. Then he continues to collect the other children's phones. He makes his way back to the front and places the basket of phone beside Sir Frances.