Chapter 1 : Don't forget to remember me
It was de first week of September. Clarke Griffin, new in town, had freshly moved away from her hometown for her studies. This September morning was cold and the sun was light. She stood alone, in the center of her new University campus and was not really sure what to expect for the new adventure in front of her.
She had left Ottawa a few days prior, she had packed most of her belongings from her mom's house and left, turning a new page in her book, getting ready for the next chapter of her life. She was impressed by the cold stare and general invisibility.
She had arrived in town five days ago, and yet, no one and even bother talking to her. She was not used to it, since she came from a town where everyone was friendly, or at least tried. She used to be popular too; president of the class. She is a really pretty blonde, always dressed as it should. President of the class as well as many other committees in the school and out. She was admired by many because of her implications, but also because of the time she had spent with people of different social classes, and helping the ones with learning disabilities or complicated family situations.
She was everywhere, always there, smiling, radiant. Her smile could light up an entire room, but even being all that she was, she stayed accessible. She was an honest, real human being and she had many friends.
Which is why, for her, spending 5 days without social interactions, or even a subtle hint of a smile, was downing on her.
She headed out for her first day, got to the main street and looked both sides before crossing the road, to almost get ran over by a distracted student. Younger drivers were not her favorite at that moment. And the fact that she felt invisible wasn't helping her temper, it is not who Clarke Griffin is.
As she stepped into the building, she tried to find her locker, since she had lots of books to put in. She spent more than fifteen minutes going around in circles, not finding her locker. She almost stopped searching and decided to go to class with all of her belongings, knowing too well that she was more than likely almost late for her first class. That's when she saw a recluse row of lockers ahead of her, and one of them was hers. She quickly put her books in it and noticed the drawings on the lockers door as she closed it. There was a ridiculous amount of dicks drawn all over the locker. ''Looks like I am stuck with the dick locker. Seriously, what have I done to the world to get a day like this?'' She locked her belongings in and started searching for her classroom, hoping it would be easier to find than her locker. She was looking for room 0011.
She quickly looked around, trying to guess the logic of the numbers of the classroom. Her class should be on a lower level, so she found the closest staircase and headed down. Time was running out, she noticed, because other students, who looked as stressed as she was started all around her, unaware of her presence, until someone ran directly into her, making her fall back on her ass, in the middle of the corridor, with people passing so close to her. She had lost balance a few times trying the get back up. As she finally made her way up on her legs, she ran her fingers over her pants, trying to get the dust off of them. She realised that no one has stopped running when she was down, which meant there were a lot less people running around, making her feel invisible, but meaning as well that she was more than likely running in late to her first class. She felt bad thinking it was only a French class and it wasn't as bad missing it, but at the same time, French was a big deal into this university; and she needed to keep her grades high, because they were the main reason why she was studying where she was and with good grades, hopefully her mom would get off of her back and let her be, something she really wished for.