Alright, time to get this started. This is practically the first comedy story I've ever been serious with.
Disclaimer: There are none. Hell yeah! This is this is MY work in all it's glory!
Chapter 1: The Starting Field
Yes we all love college students. Be it their parties, weed, sex, the whole shebang. But do we ever get stories about them? Yeah we got Grownish but that's beside the point. The real question is do we ever get stories of not frats, not sororities but those guys who aren't even in America? The people from outside. This is their story.
This begins in New Jersey in the town called Borrough. In the busy city was an apartment and on the seventh floor resided two girls. And these two girl were in for an adventure...
"Hey Anita, I'm home!" Trisha shouted as she entered the living room with groceries. "C'mon, I got Cool Ranch Doritos!"
The living room was dead silent. And Trisha knew exactly what she was doing.
Setting the bag of the kitchen counter, she made her way into one of the two bedrooms in the house where her roommate, Anita was fully concentrated on her laptop. Viciously typing down...
"Let me guess, trying to finish that chapter?," Trisha started just before checking the computer clock, "Which you said you would publish in an hour?"
"Don't get too snarky about it. It will be finished riiiiiiight now!" Anita said as she saved her work and shut her laptop. "You were saying..."
"Nothing that makes you any better at school work. Yeah, I still remember Primary school."
"...So you said you got Doritos..."
"Anit, let's be real. You have to do your work on time if you don't want too much work on your shoulders. If you can't handle this, what about all the assignments the lecturers will give us?"
"Oh come on, from what I heard, they don't even check those," said Anita, undaunted.
"Uh huh, and where did you hear it from?" asked Trisha, crossing her arms.
"...So what flavor are those Doritos?"
"That should teach you not to sass me without, and capture this word clearly, justification," Trisha emphasized.
"Trisha, I was in the Debate Club in High School. Don't talk to me about justification," Anita said, mimicking her friend.
Anita and Trisha had been friends since they were in primary boarding school in Kenya. They were both new to the school they had transferred to but Anita was a semester older.
When they met they did not converse much until they were put in the same cubicle in their second and final year. In that final year, they had discovered a lot about each other...
On one hand, Anita hand a severe problem of trusting others and it had escalated from another friend she had that double-crossed her. The grief turned her into an introverted quietist who thought the only way for her to be peaceful was to be alone.
But that was until a tragic accident came unto Trisha. At only a year old, Trisha lost her mother to a local epidemic and therefore never truly felt a mother's love. She had been under the care of her father for the next fifteen years. Unfortunately during that last year in the school, she got news that her father–who since fell ill prior to her arrival in the school–passed away, making her an orphan.
The two girls had comforted each other and helped each other. With that their relationship grew. By the fifth month of the school year, they were practically best friends.
They did their final exams and sadly had to go to separate high schools, thinking they'd never see each other again. That is, until they miraculously bumped into each other a few months back, ready to start college.
"Speaking of High School, when are your two friends coming?" asked Trisha.
"You mean Cynthia and Ida? They texted me on Instagram while you were gone. They said they would be here by tomorrow and that we should meet them at the airport by eleven," said Anita.
Trisha always found Anita's description of Cynthia and Ida very vague.
Apparently, as they were in different schools. Life had to change somehow. Trisha, now under the care of one of her uncle's, had moved to London and continued her study under British system.
As for Anita, she couldn't move back to America until she finished High School.
As she was a freshman, she and several others were not that open with each other until later. She however was still a bit shy and her introversion strengthened until one day when the class she was in had a punishment of cleaning the school cafeteria.
She was given the duty of cleaning out the sinks, a job she always hated to this day. The people who had to help her were in fact the two girls. Apparently, everything clicked from there.
Now she was to meet them for the first time and be roommates with them for the next four years. Anita seemed to have been preparing for this day since time unknown. She already requested that they share a room as Cynthia and Ida share the other.
"Hey Anit, I'd hate to leave you alone but I think I left some of my stuff in the other room," she remembered.
"No need to hate. I'm cool with that any way. Go do your thing," said Anita as her roommate left.
[You know you can just stop leaving her in the shadows. This isn't some kind of drama series.]
'I may be doing it wrong, but I thought it would be better if she got to know them more by herself than from me.'
[God, no need to be all sarcastic...]
'With you, I'm forced to.'
Now this is a funny story. But during the time of her loneliness prior to being with Trisha, Anita had... other coping habits.
Being a loner, she allowed her imagination to go out of hand. This actually helped her to discover her main talents, writing and drawing. And being an introvert she had ways of conversing with herself. With time it almost felt like talking to another person. But she wasn't crazy, it was like a way of being sane with herself. Nonetheless, she decided to give her conscience an identity by the name Jemma.
[Honestly, how well do you expect this to go?]
'Hopefully, everyone will be the same as they were years ago.'
[Yeah, and I have freedom of expression. Anita, you know it may not be possible. Times change, people change.]
'I guess you're right. Maybe everybody's changed except me. Trisha's already turned into a genius for her age, not that she wasn't already smart. I'm just static.'
[Actually you are a bit more mature for your age.]
'Stop saying bullshit that makes me feel better.'
[I actually thought you'd agree with me here. Forgot the norm...]
So the girls slept for the night and morning came.
Trisha was rejuvenated for the day jumping out of bed and stretching to her body's content. She checked the clock.
9:00 am
They had two hours to be in the airport which was already a one-hour drive.
She turned to the left to see Anita, sprawled out on her own bed with not a care in the world.
'Welp, sorry to end your dreams, Anita,' she thought as she walked over a nudged her friend's shoulder.
Anita's response was to pull the covers over her head.
'I swear, you are the laziest person I've ever met. Some things just never change.'
Trisha however had a strategy, one that worked every time.
"Naruto is the strongest saiyan," she spoke into her ear.
"DO YOU WANT TO GET KILLED!?" Anita cried shooting up.
"You can thank me later weaboo," Trisha casually said.
"I'M NOT A F***ING WEABOO!" she retorted.
"Of course you are," Trisha teased.
"Oh yeah, look who's talking," said Anita.
As Trisha was the genius, Anita played more as a geek. It made Trish a curious of how their new friends would play out. Speaking of which...
"Well, it's time to get up. We have less than an hour to get to the airport,"
"What? Why didn't you tell me that earlier?! Let's go!" Anita asked, bolting out of the room with a swiftly snatched towel.
"So I'm on breakfast duty again. Charming..." Trisha told herself.
Later they narrowly manager to make it on time to the Burrough Airport. They had trouble looking for the terminal but they managed to get there. So all they had to do was sit and wait...
"Anita, I'm beginning to doubt they'll be here early like you said," Trisha thought.
"What makes you say that?" Anita asked.
"Well we've been here for almost half an hour and now I remember how we Africans estimate time," Trisha said.
"I don't do that right?" Asked Anita.
Flashback
"Alright Anit, I'm at the restaurant and I still can't see you," Trisha said on the phone.
"The hell are you talking about? I've already ordered my food hurry up in here already!" Anita shouted on the other line.
"But you said we had to meet at the restaurant at noon," Trisha reminded her.
"No, we had to meet IN the restaurant at noon. I guess that's what happens when you text other people when I talk to you," Anita reprimanded, prompting Trisha to run straight to their table.
"My WhatsApp chats are none of your business!" She harshly whispered.
"Oh, really because they seem to get in the way of our livelihood," said Anita.
"I'm beginning to think you're taking this friendship too seriously," Trisha deciphered.
"So what if I am? Don't I have the right to stand by you? Unless you're seeing someone else," said Anita.
Trisha's response was only a facepalm.
Reality
"Well, you're different. You're American." Trisha said.
"Yeah but both of my parents are Kenyans. It's possible," said Anita.
It was true but Anita was American in that she was born in USA but was never documented as a Kenyan.
"Anyway, I just wanted to know, what are Cynthia and Ida like?" Trisha finally asked.
"I told you about them already," said Anita.
"All I do know about them is that you met in high school and you've been friends since," said Trisha.
"So what else do you want to know exactly?" Anita asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Your dynamic. How are they like with you? Are they nice to you?" Trisha asked.
"Well, if I said they're nice, I'd be lying," Anita said flatly.
"Oh," said Trisha, pretty daunted.
"No, it's not what you think. They are friendly just, there's a certain way we interact..." Anita started.
"So, is it like the way you and I get along?"
"Yeah, just to a higher degree."
"What do you mean 'higher'-"
But before Trisha could even finish that sentence, Anita suddenly fell face-down on the floor.
Trisha was shaken at how it happened but put two and two together. She didn't fall on her own. She was pushed.
Helping her up, Trisha looked up to see two girls, both of African origins. They were both bigger compared to Anita's scrawny appearance. They were however rarely an inch shorter. Trisha correctly assumed the one who pushed her was the lighter skinned one wearing a red college jacket.
"Still haven't gained any weight, have you?" asked the one in the green wife-beater.
"It's high metabolism, I can't help it if I'm that light," said Anita as she dusted herself off.
"Yep, it's her. I told you so," said the one in the jacket.
"My God, you two are so reckless. Welcome to America, guys," Anita said hugging the two.
"Wait, that's them?" Trisha asked.
"It sure is, Trisha. Meet Cynthia and Ida." Anita introduced.
"Nice to meet you, Trish," said Cynthia, the girl in the jacket.
"It's so great getting to see you again Anit," said Ida, the girl in the wife-beater.
"You too. Good thing we still have some time left till we start college," said Anita.
"Hopefully, we won't waste it on taking drugs and waking up with a guy you never knew till last night," Trisha snarked.
"I like your way with words," said Cynthia, "but we're not that type. Yet."
"You know what, why do we eat somewhere? I know a place," Anita suggested.
"Sure, as long as it not that diner," said Trisha.
"It's that diner," said a sheepish Anita.
"Oh my God..." Trisha grieved. "Fine, but you'll have to tip her this time."
"Trisha!"
"You wanted to go there, it's your loss, not mine."
"You two have a great bond, don't you?" Asked Ida.
"Going strong since Standard Eight," said Anita, laying a hand on Trisha's shoulder.
"So how long have you been friends?" asked Cynthia.
"Since primary, but we never got to meet since until a month ago," said Trisha.
"A month? For a girl like Anita, I expected much longer," Ida deciphered.
"Well, what matters is that we're all getting along. Hopefully, if we stick together, college might not be so bad..." said Anita.
[I can't wait to see how the four of you f*** this up...] said Jemma.
End Chapter
I'll describe the characters' appearances in a separate 'story' so don't worry about how they look like.
Also, the next few chapters will have a continuity format. Once that's over, the chapters would from now on have an episodic run a la cartoons. I would even include a gag at the beginning of each chapter.
Until then, bye!