Lastly

Chapter 1

1.

June 25, 2014

I've never had this thing. a journal. a diary. I don't know. but I just got into college and I kinda just decided to write my thoughts down and let all my feelings out. people say it works. but I don't know to be honest. I will just introduce myself. I'm Calliope Alexandra Heed but people call me Callie. I don't know why my parents named me Calliope. I've never even heard that name. I just moved to California, I'm going to Stanford. I don't even know anyone down here, so it's different. I was born in Seattle. there's a whole lot to get used to. I rented a apartment, because I don't want to be in a stupid dorm. I haven't even unpacked. I'm sitting here on one of my boxes writing in a journal. well I have no clue how to end this. but bye "diary"

-Calliope

I close my journal and open the box I was sitting on. it only has my family pictures. I walk away knowing I'll do that last. I look around seeing a marble counter top, and a small dining table. the couch is small but will do. There's a cream colored entertainment center, with no tv on it yet. I walk into the one bedroom, it has a queen mattress. with an amazing view.

"holy shit" I whisper to myself. there is a small desk in my room also with a nightstand. thank god I bought my apartment already furnished. I finally walk myself back in the living room and cut open another box. it has my bedding, I put that box to the side and go to another one that has all my dishes in it. I stack them up on the counter. and grab my luggage with my clothing in it.

***

once I put all my clothes and dishes away I get to my family pictures. I see a picture with my dad, and he's really happy. this is when I was 5. I have no memory of him. mom said he left for business and never came back, but I know he left us. I don't know why. there was a red slide behind us, I was on his back. I put that up on my night stand and left the other pictures in the corner. I grab my bag and walk outside. I decided maybe I could get a tour around campus before Monday.

campus is literally 2 minutes by walk away from my apartment. I walk on the bright green grass looking around, seeing people talking, and walking around everywhere.

"hello, I'm Jacob" a tall tan boy, who has a vans shirt on with brown hair says.

"I'm Callie" I smile

"Are you new?" he asks smiling back

"Yeah. I'm a freshman."

"thats cool. this is my second year here at Stanford. Want a tour?"

"sure" jacob takes me inside. and it's huge. he makes me follow him upstairs.

"what are you majoring in?" jacob asks

"theater arts" I tell him

"me too. theater arts is downstairs, I'll take you" jacob takes my hand and drags me back down the stairs all the way to the basement. there's a huge stage. in front of the stage there are over thousands of seat. I run up on stage. and breathe.

"so what do you do?" jacob asks "sing, dance, act?"

"singing" i say lightly

"me too" jacob walks over to a giant piano. he starts playing a song I can't recognize.

"we got the afternoon, you got this room for two, one thing I've got left to do, discover me discovering you." jacob sings, perfectly I almost fall to my knees how perfect it is

"one mile to every inch of your skin like porcelain. one pair of candy lips and your bubblegum tongue" I sing and sit down on the bench with him

"and if you want love well make it, swim in a deep sea of blankets, take all your big plans, and break em' this is bound to be awhile.." jacob and I sing together. jacob stops playing the piano and looks at me. he leans in and says "your body is a wonderland"