Days Go By: Life over 18

The Starting Field

Alright, time to get this started. This is practically the first comedy story I've ever been serious with.

Disclaimer: There are none. Hell yeah! This is this is MY work in all it's glory!

Yes we all love college students. Be it their parties, weed, sex, the whole shebang. But do we ever get stories about them? Yeah we got Grownish but that's beside the point. The real question is do we ever get stories of not frats, not sororities but those guys who aren't even in America? The people from outside. This is their story.

This begins in New Jersey in the town called Borrough. In the busy city was an apartment and on the seventh floor resided two girls. And these two girl were in for an adventure...

"Hey Anita, I'm home!" Trisha shouted as she entered the living room with groceries. "C'mon, I got Cool Ranch Doritos!"

The living room was dead silent. And Trisha knew exactly what she was doing.

Setting the bag of the kitchen counter, she made her way into one of the two bedrooms in the house where her roommate, Anita was fully concentrated on her laptop. Viciously typing down...

"Let me guess, trying to finish that chapter?," Trisha started just before checking the computer clock, "Which you said you would publish in an hour?"

"Don't get too snarky about it. It will be finished riiiiiiight now!" Anita said as she saved her work and shut her laptop. "You were saying..."

"Nothing that makes you any better at school work. Yeah, I still remember Primary school."

"...So you said you got Doritos..."

"Anit, let's be real. You have to do your work on time if you don't want too much work on your shoulders. If you can't handle this, what about all the assignments the lecturers will give us?"

"Oh come on, from what I heard, they don't even check those," said Anita, undaunted.

"Uh huh, and where did you hear it from?" asked Trisha, crossing her arms.

"...So what flavor are those Doritos?"

"That should teach you not to sass me without, and capture this word clearly, justification," Trisha emphasized.

"Trisha, I was in the Debate Club in High School. Don't talk to me about justification," Anita said, mimicking her friend.

Anita and Trisha had been friends since they were in primary boarding school in Kenya. They were both new to the school they had transferred to but Anita was a semester older.

When they met they did not converse much until they were put in the same cubicle in their second and final year. In that final year, they had discovered a lot about each other...

On one hand, Anita hand a severe problem of trusting others and it had escalated from another friend she had that double-crossed her. The grief turned her into an introverted quietist who thought the only way for her to be peaceful was to be alone.

But that was until a tragic accident came unto Trisha. At only a year old, Trisha lost her mother to a local epidemic and therefore never truly felt a mother's love. She had been under the care of her father for the next fifteen years. Unfortunately during that last year in the school, she got news that her father-who since fell ill prior to her arrival in the school-passed away, making her an orphan.

The two girls had comforted each other and helped each other. With that their relationship grew. By the fifth month of the school year, they were practically best friends.