indecisive (on hold)

9.

(249 days before)

 "Shit. Holy shit. This is it. I can't believe this is happening." I breathe as I raise my head to look at Louis.

He met me at the Starbucks in the cafeteria. I felt like l needed to talk to him to calm my nerves. Today is my first, official day of college. "Will the professors be nice? Will they give us homework? Will there be enough seats? Will people try and talk to me? Do I look weird?"

 "Liz, you need to calm down. The professors will be fine. I doubt you'll get homework. There will be more than enough seats. You look great. You need to relax." He assures me. I groan and rest my head on my arms.

"I'm so not ready for this."

"Be quiet. Drink your coffee. You'll be fine. I promise." He reaches and strokes my arm. He moves his hand and ruffles my hair, to which I swat his hand away.

"Don't mess up my hair!"

"Sorry, your highness." He laughs and I smile. I hadn't realized how much I enjoyed spending time with Louis. He is my only true friend. My best friend.

"Hey!" I nearly scream and he jumps. "Sorry..I just remembered, how's Looking For Alaska?"

"Uhm, I'm actually pleasantly surprised. It's very good."

"I told you!" I clap.

"But, was it suicide or was she drunk?" He questions, very intrigued.

"Did you finish the book?"

"No. Not yet." Louis replies, still leaning forward.

"Then, finish the book and find out." I smile as he rolls his eyes.

"You asshole."

"That's me" I stick my tongue out as I stand. "I need to get to class.Thanks for meeting me."

"Of course. Anytime, Liz." He speaks into my hair as we hug. "And don't forget about the party tonight."

"I won't. Don't worry. I'll be there."

"Great! See ya later, Liz!"

"Bye Louis." I wave as I exit the cafeteria.

I have studied the campus map all weekend so I wouldn't be late. The thought of walking in late, with everyones' eyes on me, makes me shiver. I walk into my first class, easily. I take a seat near the back. Many of the seats have already been filled. Many of the students talking to their friends. Would I make friends? Louis is currently my only friend, but I am okay with that.

"Good Morning!" hollers, who I assume, is the professor. "Welcome to Romantic Literature. I'm Professor Benson."

She is a woman, thicker than most, middle-aged, has short brown hair and dark eyes. She has a little limp in her step. It makes me wonder what has caused it. She talks about our major projects and the supplies we will need. We need to buy a journal. One of our major grades will be a journal. Almost every week we will be writing about a topic. I am a little excited, wondering what the topics are.

My next class is 19th Century Literature. I took this class because we will be talking about all the classics. The thought makes my heart flutter. The professor is a male, tall, with dark hair and dark eyes. I am again, sitting in the back, so maybe everyone's eyes are dark. He is white and his name is Professor Hadley. He talks about how we will be discussing Wuthering Heights, which earns a small squeal from me, and Jane Austen's books, which again, gets a squeal from me.

My third class of the day is so boring I barely remember it. My final class is the one I am most excited for. I walk in ecstatic.

"Hello. I'm Professor Lewis and welcome to Creative Writing."