Chapter 1
My mother cried her eyes out over the weekend while helping me move into my new dorm, and my father gave me a can of pepper spray. They both made me promise that I'd call them at least once a week to "touch base" with them. Today is the first day of my freshman year at my new college, and I couldn't be more excited. My parents helped me move in over the weekend.
This means that they will be interested in hearing an update on how my grades are doing, particularly my father. On the other hand, my mother will be curious to learn if I am making any friends or if I am meeting any boys who I might end up having feelings for.
She exerted a lot of effort in an attempt to persuade me to become a member of a sorority here on campus, but I flatly rejected because that is not at all who I am.
I have seen enough lifetime movies to be aware of the hazing, and at this point in my life, I simply do not have the time or energy to deal with it. The girls who appear in them are typically attractive and popular.
As a result of the school's size and the fact that it is a private institution, we only have two sorority homes and two fraternity houses, and the total number of members in each group is approximately ten.
Not at all, thank you.
They were disappointed that I would be attending a college that was located in a different state, but this is a highly regarded private institution, and it would have been foolish of me to refuse this scholarship in the first place.
This school has one of the best college football teams, and almost every player who wants to go pro will go pro, along with the pro cheerleaders, baseball players, and basketball players.
When I leave this school in four years, I will be able to work at practically any company I want to, and I will be able to do anything I want to.
My parents have often reminded me that they anticipate my presence at each of the upcoming celebrations, and I have assured them that I will be there to fulfill those assurances.
I haven't talked to anyone since I've moved here, so I don't have any friends just yet. However, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I'll be able to make some new acquaintances soon, because it would be terrible to be so far from home and not have anyone to spend time with.
I'd say I have above-average looks for a girl my age, but else I'm very typical.
I'm not trying to sound conceited, but it's a fact: I have Italian and Russian ancestry, and the combination of those two ethnicities resulted in a physically attractive offspring.
When I was younger, my mother would enter me in beauty pageants and I would win every one of them. However, by the time I turned 16, I was completely over competing in them.
I stopped dressing in the way that my mother wanted me to and instead became myself. Since I enjoy being at ease, I prefer to put on a looser T-shirt rather than one that is extremely form-fitting. I would rather have my pants be a little bit baggy than so tight that my thighs can't breathe.
I also wear my glasses instead of contacts, I let my blonde dead hair grow out, and now my hair is darker, and I am a huge horror fan; in fact, I am currently wearing a Jason Voorhees T-shirt.
My mother had the best intentions when she entered me in those pageants, and she truly did want to be of assistance to me. However, the only way I was able to afford the supplies I needed for college was with the money I won from those pageants.
I quickly pull together an outfit for school, which consists of me climbing out of bed, heading into my bathroom, where my school uniform is already laid out, and putting on a breezy sundress while pulling my hair back into a ponytail.
I perform a little swirl and chuckle to myself as I look in the mirror while smiling at myself. I can hardly believe that I've arrived at this point. It's almost time for breakfast, so I hastily exit my bathroom, grab my book bag, and head out of my dorm room.
I have no doubt that all of my goals and ambitions will eventually be realized. After pulling out the school map, I identify the cafeteria in a flash and immediately begin making my way in that direction.
