Diary of an accidental delinquent

The Inevitable

So, here I am at France fashion institute. Its my first day of school. I wound my back tightly on my shoulder, then try to give my self a once ober 'without a mirror'. Look at my cute brown heel-less boots. 'huh' I wosh I could wear heel but thanks to my flat feet and loooooooong college grounds I can't Okay? Then comes my only designer jeans. Its a little faded on the stitches, ot happens when you start practicing, just as you get the letter of admittance and practice every day in the same jeans for while. Okay! Three hours and if there is some event why not flaunt it? With that my pink chiffon top and my bag with some indian embroidery.

I strut in the university like a model. The slow breeze messes up my puff. I dab it a bit, but keep catwalking. I side glance others and try to locate the new student desk and be coool. 

Okay, just one direct glimpse and i'll know. I glance a bit, obviously cooolly. Ok, don't panic, You are jere on the right time. You are early. The info desk would be just inside. Oh right there! I walk casually with my coolest stare. Some girls are giggling the others are looking at their schedules. Just as I reach the desk, a bored senior with long hair that covers his eyes, looks at me and just keeps staring. His eyes aren't visible bit he os totally staring. Someone from the back nudges me and I find that the guy's sayong something. Is he askong my number? Whoa! Low down there.

'what?' I  blink.

'Your registration number?' He says.

'Oh, wait a sec.'  I take out my cool bag. And open my diary, where I put it. Its not here. Oh no! Oh no! I put it right there. Fumbling through my bag, it was righ here. Ugh!! Stupid bag. Ok calm down, people are staring at me. Don't look abd they will stop looking. Ah right here. I whoop when I find yhe slip and pass it to the boy, who is looking at me, like I am idiot. I am not an idiot He is!

I ignore him qnd find my class in the schdule its Drafting-101

Ok so it must be in the beginning of the corridor right?

No need to ask some one, just be coool.

Why do they have so many rooms? Do they have been running something illegal here?

Maybe, they are using those.rooms to employ children who are beaten to death if they don't. No! Shut up and start moving!

Where am I?

May be I should ask someone. Deep breath lets start. There is a group of guys there, no wrong choice may be those girls that are giggling and jumped like 3 yearolds. They are not new right?

Nevermind, just go to the first person you see when you see.

1...2..3!

'Do you know where drafting studio is?'

I look up and see a lanky guy who first stares confused at me then beams.

'Yeah sure! Follow me'

Bit instead of moving towards some building we move toward a tree in the compond. There is a group of girls and guys standing there.

Oh shit! They are raggimg a group of freshies. I knew asking someone was a wrong choice. Two gorls are standing im the middle. One is giggling nervously while the other is staring down red faced. Ok, you dont want to be one of them cassie, so act cool. Yeah!

I stare at the lanky guy he jas a smug smile on his face. Oh! I'll show him, how its done. You wanna piece of me pea brain! I give him a cool stare and walk ahead.

I see the guy are cheering,.I start cheering.

'Yeah!'

They have music on and they want one of the girls.to jiggle her booty.

I go along. My hearts hammering, please dont sqre at me anybody plz, I give a side.glance to lanky looserface.

He stares at me confused and calling up his friends and I make a run for it.

'Whoa hold on there freshie.' I encounter a mound of beef and see a big standing.

'Good catch Pete!' She shouts as those ragging guys surround me.