A Warm Embrace

Chapter One:

Gazing down at the map of the college, it looked huge, like a maze but as I titled my up to look at the college, it now looked like a castle, a really big castle. I gulped with fear, staring at the two large doors with bodies swarmed around me, bumping me as they past. One student bumped me, making me fall to the ground. I flew my hands out in front of myself before I did some real damage to my face.

I was not excited about starting college. One – I was forced to go to college here by my Dad, he believed me becoming a doctor would set out my future and two – something like this would only happen to me, my Dad is teaching here as a biology teacher or something like that. Even though I wasn’t in any of his classes I was still dying on the inside.

My Dad has always been overprotected but this is just going too far. It’s not like he started teaching just now, he’s been teaching all his life but just as I was soon to start college, he gets a job here, I’m sure he got the job straight away. It made me regret not just going with Mum to Las Angeles when I had the chance.

Dragging my suitcase behind me and my duffle bag hanging heavily and painfully on my arm, I scanned the room numbers on the doors for my room. 72 B, 72B, 72B, I said over and over again in my head.

69B, 70B, 71B…72B!

Fumbling with my keys and trying to unlock the door I finally got into my room. I quickly entered the room and slammed the door behind me, locking it. I finally escaped reality and plummeted on my bed. I groaned into the bare pillow, exhausted already. 

The room was cluttered with furniture. Two beds against the wall, an arm length apart with a bedside table, on it a lamp and a window behind it that viewed the football oval and grandstand. A few boys were kicking the football around.

At the end of the bed I chose were two small drawers next to each other and at the end of the other bed was a desk. I really hope I don’t get a roommate but my hoping was useless as a girl barged in with the shortest skirt on, pounds of unnecessary make up and a shirt with too many buttons lose.

She scanned me up and down, the look of disgust plagued on her face. She chewed loudly on her gum like a cow. She wore a bright green skirt and a hot pink shirt with red high heels that made tall basketball players look like tiny insects. She threw her bag roughly next to the desk.

“Eh, hello?” I asked politely, you could tell she was clearly the stuck-up, bratty kind of girl; I might as well try to get on her good side.

“Alright, I want to start off with some ground rules.” She started with an attitude in her voice. If my Dad didn’t teach at this school, I would teach this girl a lesson right about now with a good slap to the face.

“Number one.” She held up her index finger. “No stealing or ‘borrowing my clothes, or make up, just don’t touch my stuff.”  Was she actually serious? That rule I could easily follow without a doubt. Who in hell would touch her clothes if you could call them that, they barely even covered her.

After I escaped the countless rules my roommate was making, I explored around. The classes were huge; they could fit nearly one-hundred people. Classes start tomorrow, today was just a move in and get settled.

One of the things I didn’t mind about college was that the professors or teachers didn’t care if you showed up to class or not. If you had one of those days where you really didn’t want to show up to class you didn’t have to but I probably wouldn’t have the privilege to do that because I’m pretty sure Dad would be on my case, see how I’m doing and getting along.

The cafeteria was crowded with chatter and numerous bodies collecting food or slop by the looks of it. Hopefully there would be a small coffee shop close to the college or I would not make it.

The library was just as big as the cafeteria, the bottom half of the library was quite large with numerous amounts of shelves filled with countless number of books. I smiled; this was a heaven for me. Stairs lead up to the top half of the library filled with more books and study rooms, I guess they were used for tutoring.