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After travelling for about an hour and a half, I finally stepped foot into the city of Oxford which was going to be my new stay for this year. I never thought I would be so close to home, but I guess it had some advantages; I get to see my father and our dog Watson. I loved growing up in Kensington so at least I won't have to miss it now.
I grabbed my brown suitcase and stepped out on the street after climbing a fair number of stairs out of the train station. I looked at my surroundings and breathed in the new air, Oxford was so much different than Kensington. The city looked much older and a lot grander than where I am from, like it came straight out of a storybook that takes place in the Middle ages. Tall towers, big round domes, brown coloured walls, everything was so different, and I loved it! A change of setting can do the mind good once in a while.
I didn't want to immediately take another bus again, so I decided to grab a drink before I finally settle into my new shelter. I scanned the street and saw a pub not much farther than where I stood, I headed inside and luckily it wasn't too smelly or grimy inside. I sat down at the bar and put my suitcase between my legs, making sure no one would have a chance to grab it. You never know these days if there is anyone desperate to steal a university students' belongings. Not that I own that much, I took a fair amount of clothes, a bunch of my books and the school essentials; pen and paper, pieces like that.
I ordered a pint and thanked the bartender, taking a sip and letting out a sigh I did not know I had in me. I took out my notebook, which some would call a diary but wasn't, and wrote some notes down. Moments later I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked around and saw a boy from about my age with slightly curled, brown hair looking at me. 'You're not from, here are you?' He asked. I shook my head, 'No, I'm from Kensington.' I answered, not wanting to give out too much personal information to a stranger whose name I do not even know.
'I notice you have a suitcase. Are you moving here? ' He asked. Again, with the intrusive questions.
'No, I'm not, I'm going to Uni here and I'm just settling in so don't think about stealing my suitcase you won't find anything valuable.' I spat, not wanting to deal with any more questions.
The boy put his arms slightly in the air, 'Woah mate, I didn't mean to be intrusive! Just making conversation.' It was silent for a minute, finally. 'Uni aye, what are you majoring in? I'm an actor myself but you don't seem like a guy who's interested in theatre so, tell me!' He smiled at me, trying to break the tension.
I sighed giving in, 'Well if you really wanna know. I'm majoring in English literature.'
'Oh, then you might meet my brother! His names George, not that tall, has black hair but not as luscious as mine. ' He flamboyantly combed his fingers through his curls.
