When will I see colours
Chapter 1
Elsa sighed. She had just screwed up a massive chain which would have resulted in a perfect on one of the songs—extreme mode, of course—on Project Diva. Putting down the controller she leaned back on the couch. She was alone again. Dad had just left for work and it would be a few more hours until her older brother Kristoff got home.
Boy was summer break boring. It was ironic how sleeping in, waking up past noon every day and not really doing much else could get really tiring. She didn't get out much. She was sort of a homebody. Actually, she was a total homebody hermit recluse asocial... thing. The only time she left home was to go to work at an overpriced coffee shop. Her coworkers probably thought she was weird or something. They had asked her several times before to hang out with them but she had said no. Honestly, she didn't really want to get drunk and smoke; it just wasn't her thing. She liked playing video games and farming items and gold and yeah… gaming stuff. Elsa didn't consider herself socially inept. Okay, maybe just a little. She thought that she had passable social skills or at least that she could fake it well enough that if you only met her once, you would think her completely normal… if you excluded her immediate blushing whenever anyone talked to her and her being practically selectively mute. She could talk to some people fine, and others she couldn't even look at let alone talk to them. Talking to people was difficult. It was hard to come up with things to say when you didn't give a rat's ass about what someone was saying. She wished that she was one of those people who could eloquently bullshit, but alas she was not. She was the stare-dumbly-at-you-while-panicking-on-the-inside type.
On top of having no life, she had just idiotically missed her college's deadline for field placement which meant that she would have to defer placement for the next time around and graduate late.
Mother is going to kill me, Elsa thought glumly.
The fact was that she had a university degree in an impractical field. Art History, fascinating as it may be, was a very difficult field to succeed in especially if you sucked at talking to people. And I suck at talking to people. She enrolled in a two-year college program hoping that it would land her a self-sustainable job. She was almost through with elementary school 2.0 and then she had to go and screw up field placement.
And now I'm 24, I have no career, I have no life, I messed up college.
She didn't always feel this down but she had a lot of time on her hands at the moment. She couldn't help herself from her guilty pleasure: thinking about life.
And right now it felt like life was taking a massive dump on her face.
a/n: This my first go at writing fanfiction, or anything else other than essays and reports. Please read and review :) thanks.