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Chapter 2: Happy Birthday, bubbles!

We were pooped.

It was now 2 in the afternoon and we had spent the whole morning touring Columbia - my dream school. The whole place was just too gorgeous and it had great programs for my desired careers of either dental surgery or law. I know, the 2 jobs I'm deciding between aren’t similar at all, but I still have a year to choose, right? (Yeah, okay, I'll just continue to keep telling myself that.)

The other girls weren't quite as impressed. Shay wanted somewhere more focused on her theater (Julliard, of course, being her first choice and our next destination). Gaby disliked the fact that Columbia didn't give out any sports scholarships, being an Ivy League school. She was quite aggressive on the lacrosse field, being captain of the varsity team back home. It helped her vent out some of her frustrations, I think, the same way music did.

Gaby could play some sick bass. In fact, she actually had a cute little garage band back in California when she was in middle school. She's a really good singer too, although she won't believe it when anyone tells her.

I swear, these girls are just too modest.  It's really not even fair.  

Actually...

Anyway, it's been a couple of days of college-visiting, so we were quickly running out of clean clothes. Unfortunately, the only problem with our hotel is that it didn't provide any laundry machines. Instead, we had to go to a laundromat right next to the the hotel.

Actually, only I did. Alone. By myself. With no one else.

We were too tired to all go down to the laundromat, so unfortunately for me, we decided who would go alone through a game of rock, paper, scissors. This was really unfair as they knew and took advantage of the fact that I always chose paper.

Don't ask me why. I tell myself that I'll choose something different the next time, but I always end up forgetting, definitely not on purpose though! They always laugh at my frustrated face when I realize I chose paper once again, a little too late.

Sigh.

I went down to the hotel lobby with my nerdy glasses on and my hair in a neat ponytail. I had on a plain, comfy, white cotton t-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of fake, brown UGGs that I've had forever.

I know, really dressed to impress right?

Whatever, what was that saying? Oh yeah, YO-LOW! (That is how it's spelled, right?)

Down at the lobby I saw this huge group of girls outside, the same exact group that was there 5 hours ago when we had left for Columbia. They were holding fan posters and papers for signatures, obviously waiting for a celebrity to come down.

I rolled my eyes at the fact that they were so convinced that Justin Bieber, or whoever it was, would go past his own security just to take pics with every one of the 30 of them in his busy schedule.  They would wait 5 hours outside his hotel, probably freezing and starving, only to maybe catch a glimpse of him- that is if they were even lucky.

They probably kept themselves going by assuming that the JB guy would fall in love with her at first sight, dumping the Selena-Beana promptly. He'd then carry the lucky fan girl into his arms and ask her to run away with him with tears in his eyes, right after confessing his love for her in a new song of course.

Wow, that was suspiciously detailed. Do I have subconscious love for Justin Bieber? 

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Anyway, in order to avoid the crowded mess of girls, I decided to go out through the back entrance of the hotel. I had to go through this shady separated hallway in order to do so. I shuddered; the creepy lighting reminded me of a hospital.