Dynamic || M.C

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After a lifetime of attending the same public school with all the same people, year after year, I had been looking forward to moving out of state for college. Attending a university full of students who took classes seriously and didn't remember my early years of failed potty training, was a dream. My acceptance letter to USC was expected and celebrated accordingly when it arrived.  

I guess most people are hesitant about leaving their friends and families, but I was excited. I always knew I was destined for bigger things in life. Friends were only temporary, I know that and never bothered getting closer to them than necessary for a group project or class nomination. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a recluse by any means; I had sleep over parties, sates to every dance, I was Mackenzie Adams, class president, peer counselor, valedictorian, and every bodies best friend.  

None of it really meant anything thought. High school is meaningless and so are the relationships made there. All that mattered was med school, and I would do whatever it takes to get there.  

My dream of being a doctor isn't about the money, it isn't about pleasing the pathetic dreams or forceful expectations of my parents. In fact, I don't have any parents left to please, they both died in a car accident when I was eight. Being a doctor for me is all about the power you have over life and death. The control you have over fate, families, and their futures. I don't have parents, but I do have a trust fund set aside specifically for college, and I am going to go to the best.  

Why USC? Simple - it's the furthest, top -ranked school from Rhode Island, and once I left, I didn't ever want to go back. I've spent the last ten years living with my aunt, who has been kind, supportive, but all together just another person in my life that I'll be leaving behind.  

This first week on campus has been a quiet one. There were legends of parties, but since the upper classmen all had the privilege of pre-registration, most of them were still on summer vacation. My roommate was likable, she's pre-med as well, so we've managed to get a few classes together, although her job schedule gets in the way of a few.  

I like to have the same schedule every day, I find comfort in repetition. I've filled my mornings with classes in order to leave my afternoons free for studying and coursework. Sadia will be at work so I'll have the room to myself, something I'm already looking forward to as I fake interest in her rant about her parent's rules and expectations.  

"And they've forbidden me from dating during my first year! Can you believe that? I mean, what's the point in living in California if you can't even love on some hot frat boys?" 

I laugh casually at her statement, knowing that her parents weren't going to keep her from doing anything she didn't want to do. The girl has already gotten the number of every guy on our floor and between her exotic looks and flirtatious personality, I'm sure she'll have one of them nailed down in no time.  

"You're so lucky you don't have parents around to ruin your life." She continues.  

I don't react, I'm use to people making dumb, insensitive comments. I simply wait for her to realize what she's said and feel appalled by it.  

But it doesn't come, she just keeps talking. 

"I mean, it must be great just being able to do whatever you want without having to please anyone else. Never having to worry about pissing anyone off, or disappointing them. True freedom, and you have it!"