Beyond Horizons

Z means Zayne

I hate it when summer ends because it meant all my lazy days are over. It also meant I am supposed to get myself enrolled and have myself settled in the dorms. I seriously dread it.

But of course I had to. Duh! What else is new? I got up from my makeshift bed to pack my things up for the school dormitory. I am on my second year in College taking up a new degree because I failed on the other one. Hey, I am not dumb. It's just that things can get really f*cked up for certain people like me.

Now, I am doing everything in my power to get myself straightened out (not that I will ever be straight because I will always be gay) for the sake of my future.

Packing up is certainly not my strong suit. I just put in everything I could in the bag and travelled to school. Way to go at it!

I arrived in school not expecting anything new. I knew there will be freshmen people coming, but I didn't care.

Do you know why I hate the dorm? Girls do not think of what I feel. LOL. Seriously. They run around shirtless. Not that everyone is attractive, but still I can be a little preoccupied with boobies jumping up and down. That is not good at all. That makes the gay girl inside of me quiver in a bad way.

I am supposed to be friendly. So, the moment I entered the dorm I immediately shouted...

"Hi everyone!" (fakest high-toned sweet voice)

My batch mates were too clingy and most of them hugged me. I like my girls. Awwwwweee.

There were a couple of freshmen already, and they were shy which was normal. I noted that there were 3 attractive girls. I have a keen eye for beautiful ladies.

I got settled in our large dorm room, and I am expected to live at peace with 7 other ladies for the next 2 semesters. That could mean hell for me or not.

I did not get the names of those ladies which was a bummer. But hey, I am here to study not to get my hands in someone else's pants. Ha!

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It is the first day of classes b*tches! Okay, not very exciting, but a girl gotta do what she gotta do.

I am actually ranting in my head. I had to retake a communication subject which I did not fail in, but the subject description is different from what I previously took at the last school I was in. What the hell!

Everyone was seated and of course as usual I took the seat in front. I always had a hard time seeing and hearing.

I thought I'd dread the subject but my favorite professor came in. He introduced himself and told us...

"Since this is a communication class, you have to harness your speaking skills. Now, you have to introduce yourselves for one minute in front of the class. Who would like to volunteer?"

The room was too quiet. No one wanted to make the first move. So, I did.

"I will do it Sir," an over confident girl making everyone know that she rules.

"Good. Go on." Mr. Lee said, pleased that I volunteered.

"Good afternoon everyone. My name is Zayne Aubry Bautista. I was once a Mass Communication student, but now I am pursuing my dream to be a writer. You may call me Zayne. If you have a problem with anything except for cash, come to me because I will do my best to help you. Have a great day." (gay girl trying to impress everyone with her communication skills).

"Impressive Miss Bautista" Mr. Lee said with a smile.

Everyone started introducing themselves one by one. It all went in a buzz for me except for 2 ladies. Did I tell you that the class was composed of freshmen and sophomores? Well, it was. Damn.