Yours Truly

Today

Today was my first day of college, and I was happy. Waves of relief washed over me when I realized I would be getting away from it all. The scholarship had saved me from more abuse which grew more severe as the years went by. Years of saving up for my own apartment had paid off severely, for I wouldn't have to stay with my dad any longer. I was 18, and could finally leave at my own will and I was glad.
I stood in front of my mirror apprehensively, waiting for the taxi. I peeked my head out of the window every once in while, searching for a yellow vehicle. The warm California sun shone down, and I turned the a/c up.
But I was ready, and had been since the day I applied.
I smoothed my maroon dress and sighed. My furniture and most of my belongings were already at the apartment. I had arranged for everything to be shipped from Boston all the way to California. I took my bags and left my room, having checked out previous to ordering a taxi.
I nodded at the doorman before hopping in.
"Stanford University" I said as I leaned back. I was nervous, yet giddy with excitement for my first day of college. I pulled out my iPhone 4, and checked my reminders. The only one was to have fun and to make it on time. I rapped my fingernails on the seat as we began nearing the large building. I craned my neck to see everything. There were students sitting in the grass, looking over notebooks or chatting with one another. Others were being dropped off by teary-eyed parents who clamped them in tight hugs. I sighed.
"Good luck!" The driver waved.
"Thanks." I replied simply, smiling at the gesture. My bags were extremely heavy, being filled with books and all sorts of organization supplies. I always love to be organized, and to have everything under control. People tend to perceive me as bossy, but I only wanted things to go right. I was also quite shy, yet when it came to class participation my shyness fell through and I wouldn't hesitate to call out the answer.
I made my way to the office, stumbling once in a while on my heels. I regretted wearing heels, but they put my whole outfit together and made me look professional. The California weather was overbearing, yet the harsh Massachusetts weather was even worse. I hated the cold, as well as other things about Boston, despite it being a charming place with clean streets and cute coffee shops around each corner.
I was relieved when I walked into the cool room.
"Hello, how may I help you miss." A kind woman with grating brown hair and glasses asked me.
"My name is Emma Winters," I breathed "and I need my schedule. Please." I added.
"No problem, hold on." Her long fingernails tapped at the keyboard as I glanced around the room. There were plush red seats, and a large oak desk in the front. Behind it there were more wooden desks with people sitting at them. Marianne, as the woman's name tag read, sat closest to the larger desk barrier.
"Here you go. Good luck!" She said, handing me a freshly printed sheet.
I smiled. "Thank you."
I glanced over the paper, which said I had literature first. I was relieved to find that it wasn't too far away. Hopefully I would get a front seat.
I hurried as fast as I could on my pumps. The bags were weighing me down, and I had to get to class on time wearing heels.
Fortunately, I made it before the bell rang and managed to get a front-row seat, directly in front of the large board. A boy next to me with square glasses and brown hair was copying something off the board, so I proceeded to do the same.
My eyes scanned the room. Some people were chatting, and others scribbling down the notes off the board. There was no sign of a teacher, and I was really hoping for a syllabus and an introduction. I went back to copying the notes off the board when I heard the door shut. I looked up to see a tall man wearing glasses and a collared shirt walk in.
"Hello everyone. I apologize for being tardy, I had certain matters to take care of. Now-" he cleared his throat and adjusted his tie "everyone take a syllabus. I'll explain what everything is going to look like and what is expected of you."
Professor Allan, as he told us to call him, explained to is what literature class would be like. Time passed far too quickly, and I almost didn't want to leave when the bell rang.
Next I had writing, to which only a few people showed up. I assumed many people took the classes involving technology, which Stanford specializes in.
I was tired when I arrived at my apartment. I was relieved to pull off my heels and set down the heavy bags. I poured myself a water and looked around the room. There were boxes everywhere, and my furniture was in one corner of the living room. The apartment came somewhat furnished, saving me some money to perhaps cover excess costs. I made sure to first vacuum the couch and clean off all the surfaces before touching them. I lay down on the couch and relaxed. It was a plush grey couch, and had a matching loveseat. The apartment was very nice. I had paid for a lot by myself, but I had to get my dad's help. He only wanted me gone, and would pay for however much that cost. I fell in love with the coziness of my new house, yet the modern touches gave it life and style. I stretched before finding my luggage. I changed into sweatpants and a tank top before again having to search for something else. I located my box with all of my sheets and pillowcases inside. There was a large bed in the first bedroom. I made my bed. I wanted to just lay down and sleep, but I had to brush my teeth first.
When I finally lay down, I couldn't help but smile. I was finally away from my childhood home, and never wanted to go back. I was living my childhood dream. I fell asleep with positive thoughts, and the long ones no longer clouding over me.
The next morning I could barely get up. When I realized how late it was, them I sprinted out of bed. I quickly got ready and headed out the door.
The elevator doors were closing when I saw a blonde boy with piercing blue eyes dressed in ripped jeans sprint down the stairs, his long legs carrying him all the way down.
I couldn't get the boy out of my head.
When I got home and checked the fridge, I decided that I needed to go grocery shopping.
When I got home I made sure to take everything out of the boxes and setting it up. I hated how messy the apartment looked. I folded them as well as I could, before shoving them into a storage closet. The apartment looked nice. I decided I wanted to clean the door from the outside. At that moment, the door from across the hall opened. A boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a lip ring and was wearing black jeans and a white shirt. I caught myself staring when the boy said
"I'm Luke, by the way."
"Emma." I gulped.
From the apartment, I heard a voice call out. "Come on babe, let's finish what we started."
"Gotta go, sorry." he said. I nodded.
Babe. She had called him babe. What was I even saying? It's not like I would even date him. I laughed nervously. What was I thinking. I sighed and went back inside, not getting a bit of cleaning done.