(oof I'm not used to rping in first, so forgive me if this is bad)
I sighed as I exited the building, adjusting the strap of my bag so that it was higher on my shoulder. A cool breeze blew, dispelling the humidity that clung to my skin, something that I was grateful for. Right. First day of college. Optimism, remember? I told myself, crossing the small bridge that arched over an artificial stream. But it was easier said than done. I was alone here, no Madeline, no Bridget, no Lauren. No Francis, either. They'd all gone off to New York, leaving me here. Not that I felt any resentment– good for them. But I didn't exactly have enough money to go where they'd gone, so I'd accepted the scholarship that I'd been offered.
And now I was here, alone.
Sighing again, I attempted a smile. Come on, it's not that bad. Stop complaining– you're a student! It's like Heathers. Recalling the lyrics from the opening song of one of my favourite musicals, I chuckled to myself, singing quietly. "College will be paradise if I'm not dead by June…."
And it was nice here. I had a nice room and a friendly roommate, not as bad as she could be. The campus was nice, and I was finally studying to be what I wanted. See? Optimism. Good job, Violeta. And now, stop talking to yourself and listen to some music. It was a bit pathetic, having this conversation with myself, but it wasn't as if I could have it with anybody else. So, I reached into the back pocket of my jean shorts– only to come up empty. Shit. I must have left my earbuds back in the classroom. Fantastic. I turned, jogging back in the direction I'd come.
I arrived at the classroom not long after, but in my haste, accidentally barrelled straight into someone.