2AM

CHAPTER 1

Friday, September 3rd

2:00am

First blog post. Where do I begin? First day of college, first day of hell. Part 2. As if high school wasn't bad enough. The day was long, the place was filled with people I didn't want to interact with. Except maybe just one. For me school was just, I go in and I go out. I hated it with a passion. And it wasn't the work that was bad. To be honest, I actually enjoyed doing the work. Well in class at least. But it was the people in it. My high school was filled with drama. I had quite a big group of friends and honestly, there were days where I wished I could be alone at times. But my friends always wanted me to go to parties. I enjoyed the occasional party but i'd much rather spend my weekends writing.

I've been writing in my diary since I learned how to write. Although my spelling was off and I wrote in different colors, you kind of got the idea of what my day was. Now i've decided to bring my diary about college to a blog. I decided that it was time for people to read my writing. Writing is a passion of mine and one day I want to work at a book company as an author. Or a book editor to start. I'm from New York City and everyday on my way to school I would always walk across my favourite building, The Empire State. Only the greatest authors, book editors, writers work there for the company of Greenway Press. Sigh, that's the dream.

While I was going back to my dorm, I passed by my roommate, Aaliyah. She was wearing red maroon jeans, with a semi sleeved black shirt which her dark, brown hair draped over. She barely spoke any English as she was Latina and didn't grow up in America. Which is probably why when we met, we barely spoke, but she managed to give a smile to me and say hello which I returned back. She was hanging out with her friends and may I say wow, they were all so beautiful. It made me feel like I was at the wrong school.

My dorm looked like one of those typical, college rooms that you see in movies. It was nothing special but I grabbed my books for my next class as I had homeroom this morning and headed out.

I walked into social sciences after my homeroom class (which I have to take as extra credit ugh) and the first thing I see is...no one. I was the only one there. Great I was a nerd who goes early to their class. The teacher was there but he didn't even see me. I don't think he even heard me. He looked quite old but I chose his class because he's supposedly the best social science teacher at NYU. So I shouldn't have my doubts. I walked over to my desk to sit down and I noticed some people walk in. Thank god. I wasn't gonna be alone for that long. I pulled out my sketchbook which I had brought with me. Drawing was another passion of mine and it was kind of a fallback plan for me. There was a little time in my senior year of high school where I was questioning about going to NYU and thinking about going to an Art college. As soon as I even mentioned a little hint to my parents, they totally freaked out. So it was best that I chose NYU. But hey, if I want to write my own novel or even a children's book, I can draw my own cover. Which isn't the first time that thought came to mind.

I got lost in my drawings waiting for class to start when I heard a voice next to me.

"I think you're in my seat." The soft yet deep voice said. I looked up to a tall boy who looked like it was his first year too. Or maybe I kind of looked at the sheet he had in his hand that it was his first day, oops. Anyway, he stared at me for a couple of seconds wondering if I was going to respond to him.

"Sorry but it doesn't have your name on it. Does it?" I sarcastically looked around and then shrugged briefly. God, I was such a bitch.

He let out a soft laugh before turning serious. "Well, I always get a window seat." He flashed me who those light brown eyes.

"And now you don't." I smiled.

He tried not to laugh and just pulled up the chair beside me and sat down. He put his school bag on his chair and his books on the table. I examined his moves and wondered if he was upset or not. I have a thing where I'll be sarcastic but I never know the right time to do it. And I don't think it was that time. I waited a couple of seconds to see if he would say something or even look at me. But he didn't. I got a little nervous so I started playing with my thumbs. Everyone who knows me can always tell when i'm nervous when they see me playing with my thumbs or any item in my hand.