Good Boy, Bad Girl

Chapter 1

        

         I walk into my literature class on my first year of college. I decided to go to the community college so I could be close to my younger brother, Nathan. As I look around the room searching for a place to sit, the only available seat happens to be next to the pretty, blonde, and skinny girls. Even in college there are cliques, I'm suprised. When I get to the open seat I throw my bag down on the ground and sit in my chair. I hear the girls behind me snicker. 

        

        As soon as the professer enters the room conversations slowly die down into a few people whispering the end of their stories about summer. When the room is completely quiet the professer says "This is going to be a lecture class," a few kids groan "I will speak you will write and follow along when I read out of the book." I am happy about this because I hate class discussions. "My name is Professer Brown. That is what you will call me from now untill the end of the year." Brown says. I may not enjoy this class as much as I thought, the girls behind me start whispering about all the sex they had this summer and they are having a pissing contest by the time I've killed 4 of them in my head. The Professer tells us all about what we are going to be doing and a little bit about himself and his teaching career. Brown drones on about this till the time he decides to release us from class.

         The first day is almost over. I have 20 minutes left in class before I get to go home. This is my last lecture. When my class gets excused by our professer I practically jump out of my seat and bolt to the door. I reach the parking lot and I take a deep breath of cold air before sliding into my car. I sit in the cold car with stale air before turning the engine over. When I get on the road I travel to my apartment. The streets of Manhattan are busier than usual this time of day. Once I reach my apartment on the west side I park my car in the parking lot next to the older building. The apartment building is fully made of brick and cement. I say hello to Jerry the landlord and he grunts back. Jerry is bald and skinny, he has never been nice to anybody and that might be that nobody is nice to him, Although in my 2 years of living here I've only heard him talk twice, to sell me the room and to remind me that I was late on my payment. Every single morning and when I enter and leave the building I say something to him but he is still an asshole. As I travel up the stairs my fingers run against the brick, this has been the only place I have been able to call home. When I reach my apartment I unlock the faded baby blue door and close it behind me after I enter my "home." My back slides against the door and I sit on the ground. I let out a long sigh and my golden retriever comes to the door and sits next to me.

        "Hey baby, how were you today? Were you a good boy?" I say to William.

        William simply barks back and lays down. I have had William since I moved in, the previous owners of this shitty apartment left him here. He was just a puppy when I found him laying on the floor in the middle of the empty living room. William was skinny and you could see the poor puppys bones. I immediately fell in love with this tiny, abandoned dog. I took him in as my own and now he is 2 years old and he loves me like I'm his actual mother. Jerry wasn't happy I had a dog but agreed I could have him if I looked after him and he didn't bark after 9:00.

        I decide to stand up after 15 minutes of sitting on the floor petting William. When I walk into my room to put my stuff away and change William sits outside gaurding my door. My feet take me to the bathroom and there I stare at my face. I have piercings and a couple tattoos. My hair is black with hints of red. I consider myself skinny and tall. I take off my make up and pull my hair into a messy bun on top of my head. I pad over to my closet, take off my school clothes and pull a black tee-shirt on. The shirt is big so the hem hits me mid-thigh. As I enter the living room I decide its a good day to read a book. I stare at my book shelf for a long time, the book shelf is more like shelfs. The whole wall has shelf's and each shelf has books crammed into them. With the occasional picture frame or stack of cd's, I have way too many books. When I lived with people I had to call family I bought myself books. These people liked to go to yard sells and such so thats where I got my things. Mostly I just bought books. Books are my escape from the real world. 

        Once I pick a book I haven't read yet I sit down on the old couch and William joins me and puts his head on my thigh. For some odd reason I can't focus on the book so I put it down and sigh. I grab my phone and play my music to make things easier. I start to look around the kitchen for things to make dinner out of. I dwell in the kitchen before picking up my phone to order pizza. Now that I'm in college, I have to focus on my work and less on boys and petty things. I haven't decided what I will major in but something in the art industry would be perfect. I can't draw or paint to save my life but I have found out that singing and playing the guitar is one of my strong suits. Also I have always had an interest in the fashion world. Or cosmetology would be fun and exciting. There are just so many choices that I have to pick my life out from.

   When the pizza arrives I still haven't opened the book that I should read. I need to focus on what my major should be.