I was sitting in the back of the absurd yellow cab, headphones in ears and gazing emotionlessly out the window. The sky was a clear blue with a few fluffy white clouds. Anyone in their right mind would be filled with joy on this gorgeous Saturday. But not me.
Today was the day that I would be starting college. Also a happy occasion for normal people, but I'm not what people would considered normal.
My name is Carrie fields and I'm 19 years old. In high school and most of my life I was the tomboy, I guess. I didn't really have a lot of girl friends and I hung around with my brother Jason a lot. All the girls were preppy and uptight, my exact opposite. I'm really into music, I plan to major in it actually, and I hear Barden was the ideal place for that. I'm not particularly into singing, as much as rapping and beat boxing, so my choir teacher didn't except me into the choir group.
Bummer.
I got out of the cab and stepped on to the sidewalk of the courtyard. The cab driver got all my bags out of the trunk of the yellow monstrosity, set them onto the sidewalk and drove away. I picked up my luggage and hobbled into the courtyard.
"Hi there! Welcome to Barden university, what dorm?" A cheeky blonde girl asked me with bright wide eyes and a squeaky voice. "Uhm, baker hall, I think"
" okay so what your gonna do is-"
I started to gaze around the courtyard and into the distance where a bunch of little kiosks were set up with colorful signs bearing different club names. A shiny green thing dangling in my peripheral vision caught my attention causing me to look back to the sugar coated blonde.
"And here's your official BU rape whistle! Don't blow unless its actually happening. "
I gave the girl a strange look before grasping the whistle and shoving it into my pocket. She left to help other newcomers and I left for my dorm.
I walked into the medium sized room and immediately saw a big cluster of pastel pillows blankets and decorations.
"Oh hey, I'm Kimberly, but you can call me Kim. You must be Carrie?"
"Uh yeah, nice to meet you" I said in a monotone voice.
Kim had gorgeous honey gold hair set in perfect curls and long bangs that came down to her eyelashes. She had blue crystal eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. She was the image of perfection.
I started to set up my side of the dorm by dressing my bed with white sheets and a comforter that was black with white polka dots. I lined up all my CDs and records on the wall shelf and plugged in my laptop and phone charger.
"Hey, I was going to go town to the activities fair, wanna come with?" Kim asked. So that's what all the kiosks were.
"Yeah sure," I said as a grabbed my phone off my desk and walked out with her. I had a feeling we were going to be good friends, no matter how different we are. We must have stood out next to each other as her perfect hair and preppy outfit consisting of white shorts and pastel pink blouse, popping against her tan skin, stood beside me with my brunette hair thrown into a braided updo paired with a tattered utility jacket over a ramones t shirt and skinny jeans, complete with black whethered combat boots.
Yeah, talk about opposites.
"Hey, I'm going to go to check out the Barden Bella's, there an a Capella group, want to check it out?"
"Ah, no. That's kinda lame. Ill catch you later at the dorm, have fun!" I said to her walking to the other booths. She smiled and walked off.
As I was walking in between the crowds of people I spotted a familiar face. He went to middle school with me and then moved to California in the seventh grade.
"JESSE?!" I yelled with complete happiness as he spotted my smiling face. His face lit up and he started walking towards me.
"CAREBEAR?!" He yelled as I wrapped my arms around his broad and muscular shoulders.
"BOO I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!" I yelled into his ear, and it was the truth. He was my real first best friend. I always talked to him about things that irritated me or when I liked a boy. He was always there for me when nobody else was.
He chuckled in response and just hugged me.
"Why didn't you ever reply to my letters! I had no idea what had happened to you!" I said with a slight hint of sadness in my voice. My eyes were filling with tears and before I even knew it tears were flowing down my face.
"Ahah I meant to but I didn't have the time!" He said as he wiped my eyes.
We walked around the fair and caught up. I soon learned that his roommate, benji was walking around with us. He was really nice, kind of a nerd but that's no big deal.
Suddenly I heard a bunch of singing in my right ear. I looked over and saw a bunch of guys singing "let it whip" and dancing around. "There's only one group were joining" said benji to Jesse, motioning to the boys. I noticed a red and yellow sign that said "treblemakers" on it. Huh.
We walked over and benji was introducing himself and doing a little illusion or something, but my attention was on something, or someone else.
He had dark skin, brown eyes, black hair styled up and hipster glasses on the bridge of his nose. He eventually noticed me staring at him and started to smirk. I snapped out of my trance and looked away, blushing furiously.
He walked over to where I was standing and introduced himself.
"I'm Donald," he said. "You are?" He asked with a smile. Gosh his smile was cute.
"Uh, hello?" He asked. I noticed I was staring again and looked down and hid my red face.
"Hmm?" I asked
"Your name?" He said with a smirk, knowing I was embarrassed.
"Um, my names Carrie." I said looking back up at him
"Cute name," he said, the corners of his mouth tugging into a grin.
"Thanks"
"The smell of your weirdness is actually affecting my vocal cords, so Im gonna need to to scoot, scadaddle." The lead of the group, a short guy named bumper had just dismissed benji and ended mine and Donald's conversation.
"I'll catch you later," Donald said and winked at me. O m g.
"Yeah," I said and waved goodbye.
I walked away with the boys and heard them talking about magic or Facebook or something, but I was thinking of Donald. Hmm. Maybe I'd see him in the future. I hope so.