An ordinary day. I hate waking up because everything is same as yesterday, and the day before and the day before... I looked at the watch on the nightstand.. shit! it was 8.20 am and i was late! I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. Now what to wear? Oh, right! Because I had soo many options. I had the best closet in the world I mean look at all those worn jeans and old t-shirts.. God I love my life. I grabbed an old jean and a white t-shirt and of course, can't do without, sneakers. Yeah sneakers. White, to be more spesific. I grabbed my cigarette pack and my books and jumped out to catch the first bus.
I got out of the bus and made my way to the campus. What' s that crowd? An annoying voice, of course it was Matthew, jumped me a few inches high.. See? Another reason for sneakers.

"Hey Evelynn, have you heard?"

"I don't know, have I?"

"Ha-ha funny. The lectures had been cancelled. A few big shots will be here to give us some speechs"

Yeah, because you are so different from them. A fancy boy studying, of course, art history with his senator father's money.

"Well i should not have spent all that effort" I replied

"See you at the conferance hall, we have to attend by the way. No skipping. Can you believe we have to listen 'how did I get rich' crap"

For the love of God... Why doesnt he share this ideas with his father and wait to see who will be paying for the school expenses in the future.

"Okay, I'll be there" I said. God it's only 10. 12 am. Should I go home? I' m starving by the way.

I found myself sleeping on one of the desks in library at the end. I lifted my head, looked at my watch and it was 11.46 am. Well i should get going. I packed my stuff in my backpack and made my way to the conferance hall..

I found an empty seat and I too close to the podium? I looked around. Smiling, chatting people, couples, nerds, friends.. All normal.. normal people who has normal lives.. I could kill for that. A few academician and the dean entered the hall. While I was watching around, the row before me filled with men in suits. They were talking about profit, trade, companies and all sort of things.

The dean was introduced by the honorary student of the Philosophy major.. Philosophy.. is that even a major? The girl' s name was Miriam i guess and she was looking at the front row with sparkling eyes. Yeah good luck, I bet she will take one of the guys to the gym spot. She's cute thought, but she talks too much. The dean starts talking ;

"Dear students and..." God, this is going to be a long noon. "...in this academic year, we continue to give our students the best opportunities and..." Of course, you have every opportunity for 60.000$ a year, why don't we talk about the opportunities you have for the students on full shcolarship.. like nothing.

"Now, I would like to represent you Mr. Christian Grey, who is a very generous donators of our university and a successful businessman"

Applauding, applauding. One of the guys on the front row stood up to humbly -yeah very- salute the crowd. He was younger than the others. He looked nice and arrogant. Well okay, the arrogant is an addition from my prejudice but he' s gotta be right? He looked behind and for a minute he stopped to look at me. Why, what' s going on? He' s still looki.. Hey! Stop it, I hate to be looked. He finally turned on his heels and stepped on the podium. He shook hands with some academicians. A nice smile he has... Now he will give a speech about education issues and world hunger like he cares.

"It's great to be here on this lovely day" here we go " As a person who values education and educated individuals..."

It took him around 10 minutes to explain how he pays for the lab expenses and our scholarships in a kind way. In the meanwhile, I was thinking about how would it be to be his girl. You know, he has it all; money, looks. I bet she is very beautiful. Now she would spend hours in front of her closet thinking about what to wear. He finally thanked and stepped down to take his seat. Here! Happened again! He looked at me I swear. I'm not dreaming and I' m definitely sober! Why? And I don' t know why but it kinda... annoyed me. Why would he look at me? I mean.. come on!

I looked at the moving crowd and assumed the event was over after four more speechs. Well, it was still early and i could stop by the garage to help the boys.

"You are leaving early, aren' t you going to wait for the coctail?" A voice asked me.. i gues.. I turned around to see that guy.

"Well, the attendance was mandatory.. and I .. really gotta go" And I gave him the best and kindest explenation ever in exchange of his 'what the hell are you talking about' look.

"So you are saying it was a torture to listen to me?" He was grinning

"Well...no. I never said that" Another clever explanation.

"Can I at least have your name?" he asked.

"Evelynn" I said. "I really must go"

"Allright then Evelynn, I' ll see you around" he said

"Okay, bye" I said and left the room. I would give better answers if he wasn' t grinning.. hold on a minute.. see me around?

"Welch? I want you to find some information about a girl named Evelynn, I' ll give you more details altough there are not many details. And I want you to find out how did she get that cuts on her arms.