Monday morning came all too soon. The blaring alarm rudely woke me from my dreams. Candice had already gotten up, showered, dressed and left while I had repeatedly hit the snooze button.

The only thing that got me up was reminding myself that I had to make a good impression on my first day of classes.

I quickly showered and made myself look presentable. I was majoring in ballet and as much as I hated it, appearance went a long way.

I stuffed my gear into a bag and made my way over to campus. The dance conservatory wasn't too far from the dorms and it was surrounded by cafés and other amenities.

The class went well, if a little daunting at first. There were only about 30 of us in total, but everyone just seemed so talented. I found myself saying over and over in my mind that I had gotten this far for a reason, but seeing some of the other girls' pirouettes made me feel like a potato in a tutu.

I was relieved to get a rest when lunch came around. I was used to working hard, hell I had been dancing all my life, but this was taking things to a new level.

I made my way into a nearby coffee shop, dismayed to see how busy it was. I guess all the departments around here get lunch at the same time.

I grabbed a cappuccino and looked around for a place to sit. I just about got a table to myself, albeit squashed into the corner. Just in time too, since all the seats had filled up within a few minutes.

I happily sipped my coffee and scrolled through my newsfeed when I noticed someone standing in front of me. I looked up to see a guy with neat brunette hair and a sweater vest holding a blueberry muffin.

"Hey, I'm sorry, but do you mind if I sit there?" he asked, nodding towards the chair opposite me, "I hate to ask, but it's just jam packed in here today, you know?"

"Of course, knock yourself out," I smiled up at him.

"Thanks, I'm in desperate need of a sit down," he chuckled, "I'm Eric, by the way."

"Bella," I replied, shaking his hand, "So are you in the conservatory?"

"Yup, I'm a sophomore, majoring in theatre," he informed me, through a mouthful of blueberry muffin, "What about you?"

"Ballet, freshman," I told him, giggling at his lack of table etiquette.

"Oh nice one. You ballet dancers impress the hell out of me. No way I could have that kind of stamina. So how are you finding things so far?"

I looked around at the crowded room and sighed slightly. "It's okay I guess. I mean I loved the class just now, it was tough but I'm more than up for the challenge. I don't know, I guess I just thought I'd make friends instantly. The girls in my class all seem nice but kind of distant, and as for my roommate, well… ," I quibbled over how to describe Candice, "you could say she's not the most normal of people."

"Hey I hear you, I found it difficult meeting people last year too. It's like that clique-y bullshit doesn't end in high school," Eric reassured me, "but if you really want to meet some new people you should come to this party tonight. These guys in my dorm throw it every year, it's like a 'back to school' tradition. It's in 101 in Rosenstein House."

"Oh really? I'm just across the way in Darndale. You sure it wouldn't be rude to come uninvited?"

"Please, the majority of people that go aren't invited. It's a chance for all the freshers to meet each other and for the upper classmates to hit on the freshers. At least, those with no class," Eric smirked.

"Sounds like exactly what I need, I'll be there!" I exclaimed, suddenly excited for the evening.

"Awesome, things kick off around 9pm and it's byob," he said, taking another bite of his muffin.

I looked at him puzzled. "Byob?"

"Ah man, you really are new to the whole college thing, huh?" he chuckled, "bring your own bottle. If you want some booze for the night, bring it yourself."

"Ahh I get it, will do. Thank you so much Eric!"

We spent the lunch break chatting about college and what it was like living here. I learned that most of the parties went on in the boys' dorm, mostly in attempts to impress the girls. The warden usually came to break it up around 11.30pm, in which case people would then go out to the clubs, or start it back up again somewhere else.

He told me about some of the people to watch out for on campus, for good and bad reasons. I had never been all that great at remembering names, so he promised to point out as many as he could in the evening.

Lunch came to an end all too soon, but I was just ecstatic about having potentially made a friend. Was it too early to call him a friend? Ah what the hell, we ended up sharing another blueberry muffin, I think that screams friendship.

Going back to classes, I felt my spirits immediately lift. And with that so did my confidence. I was just as good as the other girls. Hell maybe I was even better.

I mean really, it was as if some of them had never learnt how to point your damn toe!