Milly took in a deep breath as she stepped out of her father's car, her nervousness being the only reason she was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed that morning. The ride to the university had been long and filled with many questions from her parents. What was she going to study? Would it be more helpful than her last college run? She would get a part-time job this time, right? Every single question had been met with a casual 'I don't know.' For it was true, Milly had no idea what she wanted to do with her life, and the near future was no exception. Unloading the bags from the trunk, her father gave her a quick hug, as did her mother.
"Learn something this time, got it?" Milly lightly laughed at her father's joke, but it didn't make the pit in her stomach go away. With her duffle bag slung on her left shoulder, a large rolling suitcase in her left hand, and her French Horn in the right, Milly slowly made her way to the building that looked to have the registration area. A girl in a black sweater passed by, and Milly smiled to herself.
Finally! It's good to see that other people think this kind of weather can feel nippy. Milly followed behind the brunette, but stopped for a moment when she noticed an odd girl talking with a bird and taking its picture.
And I thought I was weird... Milly continued forward, almost bumping into a blonde-haired boy with luggage of his own who was standing in front of the doors. He seemed to be relishing the moment of opening the doors, and Milly couldn't help but cock an eyebrow.
Wow...this guy must really like it here...should I take this as a good sign? Or should I be worried...
Finally entering the building and getting into the freshman line, Milly shuffled her feet as she stood amongst all the strangers. Her eyes wandered a little, and they eventually rested on a blonde-haired girl nearby with what looked to be a cello on her back. The girl's red eyes seemed to be scanning Milly's hands, and Milly instinctively shoved them into her pants pockets. Strangers were bad enough, but having one analyzing her hands was definitely unsettling to the young woman. Ahead of her, a tall young man reached the counter and Milly let loose a sigh of relief.
Oh thank goodness. I won't be the only geezer freshman at this college it seems. Though being so shrimpy should help fool people into thinking I'm young...I'll just make sure not to let my real age slip. Feeling a bit more relieved than she had a few moments ago, Milly reached the counter and gave her name.
"Milly Orvelle." The lady flipped through the papers before producing the one for Milly.
"Thank you very much." Milly gave a nod of her head in thanks before leaving the line and finding a secluded corner. Once out of the way, Milly looked at the sheet:
-Tennis
-Drama and Theater
-Grammar, Diction, and Literature
-Musical arts and History
-Mathematics
An audible groan left Milly's throat as she read her first class.
Tennis?! So early in the morning?! Nooooooot coooooooooool. Mornings are evil...and cold...and early. Shrugging in resignation, Milly opened a pouch on her duffle bag and folded the schedule before slipping it in. Noticing a girl on a nearby bench with a sketchbook, Milly perked at the sight. Milly loved drawing, though she had no talent for it herself. She dearly wanted to say something, to ask to see the girl's doodles, but the fear of coming off creepy caused Milly to give up that thought. Instead, she noticed a girl with shaggy hair looking at a bulletin board. After the girl had pulled tags off two sheets and left, Milly slowly approached the board herself. She quietly scanned the papers, wondering which club the girl had chosen. What ended up catching Milly's eye was the Video Game BrotherSisterhood. Pulling one of the few remaining tags from the sheet, Milly smiled to herself.
Awesome! And it's about time that they acknowledge that girls can like video games too.
More movement caught Milly's attention as she turned to see a girl with a trumpet in tow leaving the building. Without thinking through her actions, Milly found herself following the trumpeter. Maybe it was a female brass bond she felt, or maybe it was just because Milly was completely lost and found it easier to follow. Either way, the black-haired girl ended up leading Milly to a flyer that mentioned an orchestra group. Milly's eyes brightened as she lightly placed her French Horn down to find a pencil. Finally finding one, she pulled out her school schedule and jotted down the name listed on the sheet.
Suddenly, Milly's whole body jumped.
"Oh crap!" She had forget that she needed to seek out her living arrangements for the year. Due to a mishap during the trip, Milly had missed orientation yesterday, which left her with little time to drop off her possessions and get to class. She was told it would be Novem Septum, and though Milly wasn't thrilled that the school forced the students to either live off campus or be tagged into a social group, she was at least glad that Novem Septum was the one she'd been placed in. Milly half walked, half jogged down the sidewalk, and accidentally bump into a guy with honey hair who looked to be randomly wandering the campus. Milly, not having enough time to properly stop to apologize, turned her head slightly back as she continued to walk.
"S...sorry." She made a mental note to be more apologetic if she should ever meet that boy again, which seemed unlikely.
Reaching the building, she found someone to assist her, and she was lead to her dorm room for the year. After thanking the lady and receiving her key, Milly rushed into the room. Not even noticing if she had a roommate or not, Milly lightly tossed her belongings on the ground and quickly dug through them in search of her racket and tennis apparel. She changed into a white skirt with shorts underneath and a black tank top. Grabbing a zip-up hoodie, Milly placed her room key within one of its pockets and rushed out of the housing towards her first class.
