Everything looked so similar, how was I ever going to find my way around this place? I scanned my map for Browne Hall, my home for the next 4 years. I was excited and anxious, I wasn't sure if I would be able to cope. This was the real world, no more growing up, I was here. College. Now all I had to do was survive.
I decided to ask for help. I wasn't generally a shy person, I just had no control of the colour in my cheeks. A group of Goths were chillaxing by a tree close to me, so I made my way over to them. As they explained the directions, my building being back the way I had already came, I felt my cheeks heating up involuntarily. This was going to be a long year.
I entered Browne Hall and was taken aback by it's pure size. The whole place was paneled in dark woods with a large staircase directly across from the entrance. To the left was a lounge, adorned with leather armchairs and a roaring fire. On my right was a dining room with three long dining tables to fit 8 each. In the far corner was a counter for picking up the ordered food. I loved to cook but had a feeling that I would not get much of a chance to participate.
I had to write and essay to get into Browne Hall. That meant I was on a full scholarship which only added to my stress at school. I wouldn't say my family was poor but my mother and father earned no where near enough to afford me coming here.
I moved over to the notice board on the right side of the entrance hall. Among the wide variety of clubs able to be joined was a list of the dorm rooms and room mates. My room was number 212 and my room mate was A. Cullen.
I grabbed my bag and started up the staircase to my new home.
My Note (because I'm the author): So that was the first one. There wasn't any notes on that because it was just setting the scene. I hoped you liked it. I'm going to post the next one now I think.