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spazzmonkey
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I stepped out my parent's car into the cool summer evening breeze. The sun was starting to set over the old building in front of me, lights illuminated through the window. My stomach clenched a little, like someone was grasping it firmly in their palm, this was going to be my life for the next 3 years, and in all honestly I'm not too sure I really want to be here. My Mum got out of the driver's side and opened the boot, together we unloaded my suitcases and placed them by the car.
"I think that's everything" She said smiling her I'm-so-proud-of-you face. She gently pushed a little bit of stray hair back into my black emo fringe that fell just above my right eye. I crinkled my nose
"Mum, don't be cheesy" I moaned.
"Sorry. You need to go to the accommodation first, you know which bus your taking?"
"Yes, the number 5" I confirmed.
"Okay. I love you" She kissed my forehead softly.
"Love you too" I mumbled grabbing my 2 grey suitcases looking out in the rough direction of the bus stop. The streets were empty and lightly dusted with the last few golden streaks of sun shining down, there was hardly anyone around, just the odd stranger walking home but it was nearly ten in the evening on a Monday night so as you'd expect no one was really out in the New York streets tonight.
She slipped back into the car and gave me a last wave before pulling out of the car park and driving into the distance. She'd be back in Chicago by tomorrow afternoon anyway, she'd probably stop in a hotel tonight. I sighed looking back to the college building, it was where I'd be taking my lessons anyway. I slowly wandered over to the bus stop, my eyes achy from the lack of sleep last night, it's kind of hard to sleep when you're in the process of moving to a college campus away from home, and the ceiling in your cheap hotel room is creaking above you.
The bus didn't take too long to arrive and I heaved my suitcases up paying for a ticket and sitting in the closest seat. There was no one on the bus but one other lady, headphones in and minding her own business. I gazed out of the window watching the streets rush past me. New York, the city that never sleeps, too bad I'm not near the towns. The college was right on the outskirts, the quiet part of New York, but the student accommodation wasn't too far from the town if I felt like a night trip out. I got off at my stop walking the short distance the rest of the way to the accommodation, my suitcase wheels purring noisily behind me. Taking a deep breath I pushed my way through into the entrance.
I was greeted by a tall slender woman, young, maybe early twenties, with long flowing brunette hair and piercing green eyes.
"Hey, You must be Peter?" She asked
"Pete. But yeah"
"I'm Tracy, I'm basically just here to show you your room and make sure you know what you're doing" She explained. I blinked in annoyance as she led me down a hall towards a lift babbling on about the canteen food, and life on campus. All of which I really could not be bothered to listen to, I was counting on a quiet night tonight. I didn't even want to be here, my Dad wanted me here. Apparently the friends I hang round with are a `bad influence` and he wants me straightened out. So I turned up home drunk a couple times, I'm 18, Shoot me for having a good time. "Usually you can't use the lift, but as you have luggage it's okay" she noted stepping into the lift with me. I was in dorm 26, third floor. There were four all together as far as I could see. "Canteen's just on the ground floor, you can't miss it. It open in the morning from six to ten am and then again at twelve thirty to one thirty, but not many people are here then, and then its open from six to nine pm in the evening." she explained "but if you're not broke you can go off campus to eat." Yeah, right, which student isn't broke? College costs and my parents had left me with hardly anything. First task, get a job.
The lift came to a stop and we continued down a hall to my room. She handed me a key and shot me a winning smile "You'll be okay from here?" I nodded and mumbled a thanks letting myself in and shutting the door hard. It wasn't too shabby. There was a reasonable desk, a chest of drawers, a single bed with a small on-suite with a shower, toilet and sink. There was a small excuse for a kitchen, a sink with a little surface and a few cupboards. The walls were a pale green and the carpet a creamy colour, but it wasn't too bad. It smelt unfamiliar, kinda of old and used, but I'd get used to it. There was a thick oak door against the left wall, leading into another dorm. I sort of remembered Tracy explain the dorms technically come in two's. There was a soft kick drum coming through the door, as if the person next door had loud rock music on. I sighed dumping my bags down. I could meet them another time, right now I just wanted to be alone. I opened my bags and began to unpack slowly and surely, making the place that tad bit more familiar to the room back home I so missed. I felt out of place here, lonely and hopeless, I wanted to scream but no one would hear me. I was already homesick, this was going to be a long 3 years.
"I think that's everything" She said smiling her I'm-so-proud-of-you face. She gently pushed a little bit of stray hair back into my black emo fringe that fell just above my right eye. I crinkled my nose
"Mum, don't be cheesy" I moaned.
"Sorry. You need to go to the accommodation first, you know which bus your taking?"
"Yes, the number 5" I confirmed.
"Okay. I love you" She kissed my forehead softly.
"Love you too" I mumbled grabbing my 2 grey suitcases looking out in the rough direction of the bus stop. The streets were empty and lightly dusted with the last few golden streaks of sun shining down, there was hardly anyone around, just the odd stranger walking home but it was nearly ten in the evening on a Monday night so as you'd expect no one was really out in the New York streets tonight.
She slipped back into the car and gave me a last wave before pulling out of the car park and driving into the distance. She'd be back in Chicago by tomorrow afternoon anyway, she'd probably stop in a hotel tonight. I sighed looking back to the college building, it was where I'd be taking my lessons anyway. I slowly wandered over to the bus stop, my eyes achy from the lack of sleep last night, it's kind of hard to sleep when you're in the process of moving to a college campus away from home, and the ceiling in your cheap hotel room is creaking above you.
The bus didn't take too long to arrive and I heaved my suitcases up paying for a ticket and sitting in the closest seat. There was no one on the bus but one other lady, headphones in and minding her own business. I gazed out of the window watching the streets rush past me. New York, the city that never sleeps, too bad I'm not near the towns. The college was right on the outskirts, the quiet part of New York, but the student accommodation wasn't too far from the town if I felt like a night trip out. I got off at my stop walking the short distance the rest of the way to the accommodation, my suitcase wheels purring noisily behind me. Taking a deep breath I pushed my way through into the entrance.
I was greeted by a tall slender woman, young, maybe early twenties, with long flowing brunette hair and piercing green eyes.
"Hey, You must be Peter?" She asked
"Pete. But yeah"
"I'm Tracy, I'm basically just here to show you your room and make sure you know what you're doing" She explained. I blinked in annoyance as she led me down a hall towards a lift babbling on about the canteen food, and life on campus. All of which I really could not be bothered to listen to, I was counting on a quiet night tonight. I didn't even want to be here, my Dad wanted me here. Apparently the friends I hang round with are a `bad influence` and he wants me straightened out. So I turned up home drunk a couple times, I'm 18, Shoot me for having a good time. "Usually you can't use the lift, but as you have luggage it's okay" she noted stepping into the lift with me. I was in dorm 26, third floor. There were four all together as far as I could see. "Canteen's just on the ground floor, you can't miss it. It open in the morning from six to ten am and then again at twelve thirty to one thirty, but not many people are here then, and then its open from six to nine pm in the evening." she explained "but if you're not broke you can go off campus to eat." Yeah, right, which student isn't broke? College costs and my parents had left me with hardly anything. First task, get a job.
The lift came to a stop and we continued down a hall to my room. She handed me a key and shot me a winning smile "You'll be okay from here?" I nodded and mumbled a thanks letting myself in and shutting the door hard. It wasn't too shabby. There was a reasonable desk, a chest of drawers, a single bed with a small on-suite with a shower, toilet and sink. There was a small excuse for a kitchen, a sink with a little surface and a few cupboards. The walls were a pale green and the carpet a creamy colour, but it wasn't too bad. It smelt unfamiliar, kinda of old and used, but I'd get used to it. There was a thick oak door against the left wall, leading into another dorm. I sort of remembered Tracy explain the dorms technically come in two's. There was a soft kick drum coming through the door, as if the person next door had loud rock music on. I sighed dumping my bags down. I could meet them another time, right now I just wanted to be alone. I opened my bags and began to unpack slowly and surely, making the place that tad bit more familiar to the room back home I so missed. I felt out of place here, lonely and hopeless, I wanted to scream but no one would hear me. I was already homesick, this was going to be a long 3 years.