Oh how the years have flown by, it has been three years now since I finally realized what I wanted to do with my life. Three years since I have been in the Communications Specialist Program. I was going to go for the Associates Degree but I figured I would want a decent living and went with the Bachelor Degree instead. I want to make sure I can take care of myself.
So, this is my last year in doing this and I graduate in a few months or so. Six months to be exact...I graduate in December. I cannot be happier.
Sitting in my least favorite class, Persuasion. I sit there listening to Professor Hein carry on about the abilities in the planning, design, and delivery of oral and written persuasive efforts. Trying to pay attention to something that's boring and uninteresting is hard work.
I let my mind slip to my family namely my older sister Sydnie and the day she found out she was pregnant with her first child. Looking back, her pregnancy did explain her sudden mood swings and her gaining weight uncontrollably. But, when Sydnie was absolutely sure, she was pregnant. Sydnie went on hysterically crying and blubbering to me about how she did not want to have the baby out of wedlock. When I mentioned that to our mother, we; mother and I threw a backyard wedding for Sydnie the month she was due to have her baby. It was a nice small wedding with only close friends and family members. That night, Sydnie had a beautiful baby boy she named Zamari Brynn Antonne. He is three years old now going on four.
I snap myself back to reality and look at the clock just above the smart board. 2:26pm. Four more minutes and I can go, I think to myself as I start stacking my books to the right side of my desk. I keep my agenda out knowing Professor Hein will assign some kind of homework assignment for this week.
"Homework." Professor Hein announces to the class. "You are to do a common type of featured story. Please be professional about this one."
Some of the males' titters then class is dismissed. I pack my things in her bag and exit the room. I wait by another classroom for Andy. Andromeda White, my former best friend's little sister. Andy has been my true friend for a long time now and I truly appreciate it.
Andy comes out looking rough. Her brown curly hair is all over her head, she looks tired and pale, and she is slouching over. My eyes widen in shock and I try my best to hold back a snicker, "Andy?"
"Sirrah, P.E. is brutal here. All the running, jumping, rolling, and sports." Andy stretches out her arms. "Ugh."
We begin walking towards the campus cafeteria. Students are everywhere; some are outside laying on the grass, talking, studying, or doing each other's make-up. While the people are playing hacky sack or making insane jokes. The closer Andy and I get to the cafeteria, the clearer the live jazz music gets. I open the door for Andy, letting her go first, and going in myself.
"Slavery." Someone coughs as they walk by Andy and myself. Andy searches for the person or people who said that but figured they were gone already.
I sigh at the comment. I know I am unable to escape the racist slurs of people who are closed-minded. There is nothing I can do but keep my head up and focus on making myself better. Or I can do what I did to Alchemy and right hook them in their face. But, I am not for being suspended from college. Especially when it is my last year here.
We find an empty bar table by the window and throw our bags on it, then sit down with a relieved groan.
"Heard from Cole, yet?" Andy asks me while she fishes for something in her overly large book bag.
"No, not yet," I answer her watching her make a mess of paper on the table.
Cole was stationed somewhere in Florida for the type of training he wants for the type of career he wants. Since then, I only get very few letters and phone calls from Cole. Sometimes, I get nothing at all. I would have to be the one to call him if I want to talk to him. Even then, he does not answer my phone calls or emails.
"Dang. Sorry, Sirrah. I swear you should get rid of him." Andy suggests.
"But, he is a great guy..." I begin.
"Yeah, when he is around. I know dating a military person is not easy. I watched my mom go through it." Andy quits looking for whatever she is searching for and looks me in my eyes. "Now, from what you tell me. Cole seems as though he does not care about you or this relationship. Hell, he is in Florida and there is nothing wrong with his phone." Andy hisses.
I know Andy has a point. However, I want to hang on to this, no matter how much it hurts. Considering this is my first real relationship and I did not even know what I was doing half the time.
"I know." I hang my head then holds it up when I see my dorm mate and Goth; Visellia Apelles.
Visellia is 22 years old, already married and a Sociology major. Visellia's long armpit length violet hair sways as she ambles towards us.
"Hey, Sirrah. Andy." Visellia greets in her low voice.
"Hey, what's going on?" I inquire.
"Hi," Andy grumbles stuffing the papers back in her bag.
"Anyway, I and some of my friends are going to Lyrical Pear on Friday night. I wanted to know if you guys wanted to join us." Visellia beams as she mentions the place.
"I don't want to go." Andy speaks up and looks out the window.
Visellia shrugs her shoulders then turns to me, "So, are you in?"
I look to Andy whom is not interested in the conversation about another club. I turn back to Visellia, "Sure, I am in."
"Great." Visellia claps excitedly about me going. "I will let the crew know and we will get back to you with the time."
I nod my head and Visellia waves as she walks away from the table.
"Why do you hang out with them?" Andy frowns causing her whole face to drop.
"Visellia is a great friend, Andy. I have yet to meet any of her friends. But, you could try to like her." I tell Andy.
"For what?" Andy scoffs, "She is not the type of person I would want to be friends with, Sirrah." Andy hops off the stool and grabs her book bag, now furious and annoyed.
I arch my left brow, completely unamused but taken aback by Andy's behavior. Every time someone tries to invite me somewhere, Andy does not want to go or try to be friends with him or her. Even if I invite her, Andy would back out at the last minute, coming up with some lame lie...not excuse...but lie about how she has to study or she already made plans.
"What is your type of friend?" I ask wanting to know. Because this is the sixth time this month; August, alone she is said something like that. I began to wonder what Andy actually meant by that.
"Someone who is normal and. . .Perky." Andy tries to explain to me. "I am not with all the goth, dark clothing and emo cutting business." With that, Andy leaves the cafeteria.
I sit there not understanding what the problem is with Andy. Since the trial, I have been getting a lot more positive attention from everyone. Especially the students that have been bullied by Alchemy and others. For the first few months after the trial, Andy had been a huge help with setting up new clubs for Angelwood and a new and harsher bullying policy. Nevertheless, as time went on and I made more friends, Andy became a little distant. She was not mean to me; she just did not hang around me as much. I guessed it was because she was always moping about missing her sister and how her mother just shut down once Alchemy was sent to Darwin. However, I went on about my time as usual.
Now that we have made it to college, Andy's attitude seem to have gotten better. I started making a few new friends including Visellia Apelles and going out places with Visellia. Now, Andy is becoming distant again. Could Andy be jealous of my ability to make new friends? Is this just a phase Andy is going through?
I shrug at the thoughts and questions that entered my mind. I shake my head letting my now silky straight hair that stops in the middle of my back, flow with the movement of my head. I pick up my book bag and head to my dorm room.647Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqYJbc0HN85
