A/N: Hello peeps! I've been obsessing over Bellarke a while now, so I decided to write a new fic. Reviews are very appreciated, to let me know how I'm doing. This chapter is going to be short, just to get me started. If you would like me to continue, let me know. Enjoy !
LIFE OF A COLLEGE FRESHMAN
Day one.
College. Freshman Year. Everyone is starting over-you're on a road to discovery of your one true self. You're changing into a reliable, independent person who is one day going to take care of the next generation that is on its way.
Now, I will stop quoting my mum. In all reality, you're what, 18-19 years old? You still don't know shit about the world, and if you think you do, that just proves my statement. Independent? Yeah, I heard that word coming from my friend's mouth last night. A second later, she's running down the stairs asking for money, so we could go to the local bar around the corner. Point for independency.
How to be ahead of the game? You'll survive in this hell hole of an institution for torturing children who don't know what they want in life by:
Step 1: Making friends, this is the crucial step to success. They can help you on your way to the top, and you'll double on the information about lectures, mentors, parties, people you don't even care about, people you don't even know etc.
Step 2: Befriend the teachers. Yeah, nobody likes this step but get nice and cosy with the teacher's pet, he'll be your best friend for the next few years. If your shoelaces aren't the only thing hanging out of your teacher's behind, you're not close enough.
Step 3: Know your college ground. Nothing says loser as winding up in the woods, while you should have been attending Mrs Marples's lecture.
Step 4: Don't be me.
My name is Clarke Griffin, the pride of two wonderful parents, Abigail and Jake Griffin. My future has been planned out for me the day I was born. Study for college, get into college, be a doctor, meet the love of my life, have kids, die. Ok, the last part was for dramatic effect, but it's not untrue, is it? We all have to die one day, some before their time is up. And yes, throughout the years, I played the part of the perfect daughter, until the day my father inhaled his last breath. A piece of me died with him. I will finish the plan they had for me, I'll put on a show for all of them, but I'll never be the same innocent, unbroken, untouched little girl I once was.
I let out a breath, as I throw my bag off my shoulder. It lands on the ground with a loud thud, making a few heads turn my way. I'm finally here. It took 18 long years and a lot of walking. I place my feet on the welcome mat, and ring the doorbell. Not long after, a slim girl opened the door with a stoic face. She seemed rather young, younger than me, and her hair was styled with a number of layered braids. Odd.
"You must be Clarke," she said, taking a few steps towards me. She continued to stare me down, waiting for me to confirm my name.
"Yes, and you are?" I ask eyeing her suspiciously, it's not common for a stranger to know your name.
"Lexa, I'll be your…" she stops mid-sentence, trying to find the words to describe her position, "Mentor. Let's leave it at that. We've been waiting for you, your application stood out the most compared to the others."
"Great," I say sarcastically. This is not weird at all.
She helps me with my stuff as I enter the house. Clarke, you're in for a long ride. Buckle up.