Intersecting Lines

Orientation

I ran my forefinger down the rough texture of the pin board.

My name was adjacent to "SAGITTARIUS-SIF".

Did they get my horoscope wrong?

Surely not. Marie was in Taurus and Kristine in Aquila.

These must be our houses.

Feels like Hogwarts already.

I suddenly felt an urging vibration in my skirt pocket.

It was my phone with a distinct "2 messages" spanning across the screen.

Rubber:

Good morning, how's college doing you? :)

Weave:

Heyyy! Meet later, SB?

I completely disregarded my surrounding and did nothing but type vigorously in such a haste to express all that I was feeling.

And if there was that one word, it would definitely be ASDFGGHJKKL.

"I think we're supposed to head to the hall," said Marie in the I'm-trying-to-control-my-anxiousness kind of way.

Naturally, like animals set free into the wild, we tend to stick with our herd first before stepping out vulnerable into the fields.

So us Christ Church kids stuck strong by each others' sides. It was a different kinds warmth. A good one but sadly though, this came to an abrupt end.

Most of them ended up in Aquila.

Taurus.

Rasalas.

All except Sagittarius house.

Yea, I know, FML moment.

But oh well, I knew I had to make friends someday and not just cling onto the lines of safety.

Someone wise once told me this:

If you don't step out of your boundaries, then you aren't risking anything. And if you're not risking anything, are you even doing something worthwhile?

Something to think about definitely.

So I set an open mind. I am going to be friendly.

Easier said than done.

I wouldn't exactly blame it upon myself though.

The racial mix in public schools meant the inevitable communication in various languages.

Other than English, most often than not, people resort to communicating in Mandarin.

And I blame that really.

The only people I deemed to be "cool to hang with" were Chinese. And well, do I even need to state the obvious?

They spoke in the foreign language as I just stood there awkwardly smiling.

Wow, I must have looked like I thought that all they were saying was a joke!

Ah well, small talk with the non-Chinese did not make me any less of an outcast.

Here I come, Miss Popularity!

That's how I went for several days. Alone.

My only clanmate, as they would call it, was my black LG phone.

Oh well, these people were overrated and too typical anyways.

It didn't take me long to hate the orientation program.