When She Was Mine

Part 1- First Day

Today just isn’t my fricken day, is it? And it’s only the first day of classes. My stomach’s growling like crazy. I start walking towards the main building called the “Student Center.” Well aren’t they clever. Center… center… Sounds more like a mental institution if you asked me. I mean I guess that’s fitting for the college student life. Center, I laugh. I walk past hundreds of beautiful girls, walking in groups all laughing together. Why can’t I have friends like that? Let me rephrase that. Why can’t I have friends? Just one. And don’t get me started on the guys here. They look like Greek gods. They, too, all seem to walk in crowds. I take a quick glance around me and I literally see no one walking alone. Everyone seems to be in pairs. Then there’s me.

I walk up the stairs to get to the main entrance. Huge marquees flash the different food franchises. Panda Express. Sbarros. McDonalds. Subway. Chik-fil-A. etc. I seriously feel overwhelmed. I feel like I’m in a mall food court. I hear giggling and see people constantly walking around.I get a notion that the laughter was targeted at me, but I’m invisible to people, so I just shrug it off. I feel like fainting so I decide to choose the shortest line. I find my legs walking me toward Starbucks. This wouldn’t be my first choice, but my stomach needs something.

There‘s a group of four girls in the line in front of me. And I wait my turn. I can’t help but keep comparing myself to them. Long blonde hair, even tan skin, blue and hazel eyes, skinny waists, tall, perfect teeth. Perfect everything, really. I accidentally make eye contact with one of them and I look down quickly at my phone and pretend I have friends who text me. I laugh at that idea.

The line is taking longer than I anticipated. So I try to take my bookbag off to get some weight off my shoulders and accidentally knock it into the guy behind me.