The Memories of My Merman and Me
Introduction:
This is a story of my freshman year in college. A story of romance and fantasy. A story of a young girl (that's me) losing her constant being of self-consciousness and learning to become confident in herself. This is a story about my merman.
Chapter 1 –
College is supposed to be a blast right? Parties, friends, boys, freedom? Of course there is that whole learning thing and planning for the future, but that's just a small detail. Well college in Hawaii was probably about ten times as good. Yeah we had classes and stuff but there was so much freedom it was incredible. I'd always looked forward to college because I had grown up in a relatively small town in Northern California and my high school consisted of only 1300 students; so college looked like a great opportunity for me. My time to date, and love, and learn, and just be free; to be independent was what I looked forward to the most.
I got into Kahakuloa University with some help from an academic scholarship. So did my best friends and housemates that came with me from the lonely city in Nor Cal. Because of these series of scholarships, all of our parents decided to buy us a house on the beach. It was not the most ideal house on the whole island: it was in a small secluded area and we had to take several back ryeoads to get there, but when we did we knew it was perfect.
The house was huge and surrounded by jungle on two sides. It was a bit of a fixer upper, the deck and the balcony were unsafe and so all summer before college began we started renovating it ourselves. The paint and left over furniture inside was disastrous, but luckily all four of us have keen design sense so we ended up making several trips to Sherwin Williams and did a lot of online IKEA shopping. We kept our house to a simple yet luxurious atmosphere and by the time term began we only had the kitchen and bathrooms left to finish.
There were 6 bedrooms; four big ones and two slightly smaller rooms. And we could all decorate our rooms how we wanted. I went with some dark furniture that I had from home, and used colors that were found in peacock feathers. One of the spare bedrooms we set up for guests but the other we made our own little library.
So yeah, our house was totally freaking awesome but the best part was the back yard. At first there was a lot of junk back there, but after we cleared it all out we found a small lot of grass that turned into sand, then led directly to the ocean. It was perfect, sheer bliss, heaven, and all the other words that evoke good feelings.
We had a successful routine when classes began. All four of us had purposely chosen classes so that we would have Friday off. So after four days of, for the most part boring, classes, Thursday night we would clear out all the furniture in the living room, bring three mattresses down from upstairs, and set up this wicked mattress vault. This was done by sandwiching one vertical mattress between two horizontal mattresses and then jumping over the vertical mattress. We would accompany this weekly ritual with episodes of Ninja Warrior and staying up until 4 in the morning until we all fell asleep in the living room on the mattresses. The rest of the weekend was spent sleeping in, grocery shopping, going to Costco, swimming, and doing homework.
But, enough of our house and our lives, this is about a story…
A/N: Thanks for reading. I really don't like the title of this story, so if anyone reads this and can help me out and i really like you're suggestion, i'll reward you in some way, haven't really decided what yet. - sarafinna