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Short Story Time!

Hello again! Today’s post is a short story that I wrote for one of my classes last year. Just note as well that the song lyrics and titles are not my own creation. They’re from a Nickelodeon show called Victorious that I used to watch! Enjoy…

I can feel the sweat dripping down my forehead. The hot air blows past my face in an unsuccessful effort to cool me down. I love summer but the excessive sweatiness is never a good thing. The wind whips my brown hair around my face and in front of my sunglasses as Adam and I drive down the highway towards Los Angeles. We’d spent the last week on a road trip around the state and enjoyed every second of it.

Heading back into town, I started to dread the next day. The first day back at school. The summer break had been amazing. Adam and I had spent it travelling and sightseeing. As we drove closer and closer to home, the air rushing through the open top of his convertible, I felt the pit of my stomach slowly start to drop. One more semester until graduation, and then college.
Adam and I attend an arts high school with an emphasis on drama and performing arts. He’s an incredible singer and songwriter, the kind that you just know will make it big. I sing too, but I also enjoy acting. We do duets a lot but I always prefer to hear him sing alone.
This week we have to work hard to win the Hollywood Arts competition. This is one of the times I’ll perform a duet with Adam. He’s been writing a song especially for it, but he hadn’t let me hear it until we left for our road trip.
“It has to be perfect,” he’d said, “otherwise I’ll just be disappointing myself.” Nothing is ever good enough until he’s spent countless hours working on it in his garage, rewriting the same piece time and time again. It’s a wonder he ever gets any sleep, actually.
In this competition, we’ll be up against every other kid in LA that has some ounce of talent. But, if we win this, we have a shot at a record deal and we’ll be signed by Leo Kelly, one of the biggest producers in LA. If he signs us, he’s sure to make us huge.
We’re nearing my house now and I have to glance at Adam’s beautiful face before we part ways. His sculpted jawline and short stubble makes me never want to leave his side. Then, he looks at me and his striking green eyes lock with mine for a moment before he starts laughing.
“God Tori, what are you looking at me like that for?” He smiles as he redirects his attention to the road in front of us.
“I just like you, I guess,” I joke, “What’s wrong with that?” He sends me a teasing smile, the kind that would make other girls swoon. He could be such a player if he wanted to. He pulls up next to the curb outside my house. My mum is in the garden in the dimming afternoon light, subtly waiting up for me.
“I’ll catch you tomorrow, love,” Adam whispers as I kiss his cheek.
“Not if I catch you first.” I wink at him. He waves hello to my mum before he drives away with his shoulder length, black hair flowing in the light breeze behind him.
Mum greets me wearing her dirty gloves and sunhat with a big hug.
“How was the trip sweetie?” she asks.
“It was amazing mum; truly incredible. We got heaps of writing done. Oh and we finally started rehearsing the duet for the competition.” The main point of travelling so much together is because it gives Adam inspiration. He said to me at the start of the summer break that he wanted to see everything with me by his side. He wanted to write about what we saw and what we did. I can’t wait to see what the final product is of what he’s been working on this week.
I spend the night recapping the week to mum while dad sits there subtly scowling as I talk about song writing. Dad thinks that I’m wasting my time with performing and that I should go to college and become a lawyer or psychologist or something. I always shudder at the thought. I could never do something so mundane. Performing is what I want to do.
When I get up to my room and get my laptop out, I notice that Adam’s sent me a voice recording. Eagerly I start to listen to it. Anytime he sends me a recording, it’s almost always a small part of a song that he’s really happy with. This time though, the recording is almost three and a half minutes long. He’s sent me a whole song. I press play and hear his soft voice singing.
“Got a one-way ticket down a two-way street, got the wind in my hair and there’s dust on my feet, I’m just trying to make it in America. I’m singing the words to my favourite song, with the roof down and my glasses on, and I’m driving straight through America.”
The song is about our road trip. I’m in awe of how he can write a masterpiece like this so quickly. His light strumming of his guitar stops and that’s when I know it’s the end of the song. I send him a message full of praise and say goodnight. I listen to the song on repeat as I lay in bed and look forward to seeing all our friends tomorrow and for the competition that could make or break us.
The next morning, I throw on my cropped black jersey top and a pair of denim shorts. I grab a red flannie on my way out just in case I want protection from the scorching sun. I shout a goodbye to mum and dad and jump into Adam’s car.
“You’re looking bright this morning,” he says. I kiss him in response.
“Let’s get to it then. We’ve got a competition to win.” He nods with equal enthusiasm and we take off towards school.
Jade and Lee are already waiting in the parking lot when we get there. Hugs and handshakes are exchanged as we get out of the car. Lee and Adam go into deep conversation about some different songs they’ve been working on while Jade and I catch up. I tell her all about our latest trip and she tells me about an acting job she managed to get while on break.
“Are you guys ready for today? Are you nervous?” Jade asks. I shake my head.
“I have complete faith in Adam’s song. It’s bound to be a hit one day.”
After a few minutes, Rob and Lola arrive. Lola, looking as stylish as ever, is wearing a black knitted crop top under a leather jacket and high waisted ripped jeans paired with heavy black boots. How she doesn’t die from the heat, I don’t know. She never seems to suffer from excessive sweats like I do.
Our friendship group works really well. Adam and I are the only couple but Jade and Lee grew up next door to each other and used to play together every day during their childhood years. They’ve always had a particularly strong bond but for some reason they’ve never taken it any further. Lola and Rob used to date a millennium ago but now maintain a great friendship. They still tease each other all the time but it’s more playful than nasty.
The first half of the day goes by in a blur of homework tasks being handed in and new assignments for the semester being handed out. When lunch time rolls around I’m excited for my next class which is song writing. This is the one class I have with Adam and today we’re going to perform our song for the competition later in the day and get some feedback. It’s almost like a last minute run through.
Lola looks very unhappy as I approach the lunch table with Jade. “What’s up Lol?” I ask. She scowls at the sun.
“That,” she nods towards the sky, “is my problem.” She slides her bulky sunglasses off her head and onto her nose. Jade laughs and rolls her eyes. “It’s too hot for my liking,” Lola grumps.
“Well hey, if you wear a nice, light, flowing dress, you might be a bit cooler,” I joke, “perhaps pink? Maybe floral?”
Lola smirks sarcastically just as the boys get to the table.
“Who’s excited for the competition later today?” Rob smiles. Everyone raises their hands in unison. “Adam and Tori, I think we’re all praying to all of the gods possible that you guys come away with the first-place prize. Let us all raise our bottles of water to Adam and Tori,” Rob says as he stands on a chair and looks down at us, “We’ll all be there watching from the back, probably drinking, but there all the same.”
“Here here!” We all chant. I look at Adam and I can see in his eyes that he can’t wait to be up there performing, in front of the judges and crowd, this incredible song that he’s been working on. Six o’clock can’t come around fast enough.
Adam and I perform the song for our class and everyone has nothing but praise for it apart from a few minor key changes. Adam hugs me so tightly I swear I can’t breathe but I don’t ever want him to stop. Elated from the workshopping session, we take the rest of the day off school to rehearse.
He drives us to his place and sets up all the equipment, including a loop pedal, so he can create the final backing track for tonight. He has about fifteen CDs with the previous draft versions that didn’t quite make the cut. Adam starts to create the track while I go over what we’re going to wear on stage. As much as they deny it, the judges do notice and consider how we present ourselves.
Once Adam’s finished the track, we start singing. Adam will take his guitar on stage with him to play the simpler aspects of the song over the backing track. Hopefully it will give us some major brownie points, especially because Adam is young, attractive and can sing and play guitar. Girls go crazy over that kind of thing, which means a lot of sales when it comes to albums.
We go over the song a few times, each time going really well, but the more we sing it, the more Adam looks concerned. After the fourth rehearsal, I start to think that it’s not just nerves anymore.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. He looks from me to the music sheet in front of us and shakes his head.
“It’s just not quite where I want it to be. I thought it was but now…I don’t know. Something’s just not right.” He shakes his head again.
“Everyone loves the song, Adam. You’re being too hard on yourself.” I say. He looks unsure but nods silently. “Let’s go through it one more time. Try to be optimistic,” I smile, “you’ve done an incredible job.”
We spend the next hour singing while getting ready and packing everything up. Just as I’m slipping Adam’s guitar into its case, he grabs me around the waist and pulls me into an embrace. He holds me tightly and quietly for a while before letting me go.
“We’re going to be great tonight, Tori. I can feel it.” I smile at him and rough up his hair. “Well then, let’s go win that competition.” I say eagerly.
As soon as we get there, I can tell the competition is going to be fierce. There are so many people competing for one prize, it’s bound to get hectic. Adam and I say a quick hello to our parents and friends before heading backstage to get ready. We are going second last, so at least we get to suss out the competition before we go on. Although, that also means that we have more time for the nerves to kick in.
We’re seated backstage with all the other contestants as the first group go on. They’re five girls, wearing latex and bright colours, and look extremely confident. Suddenly I’m starting to doubt myself. I’m wearing a simple black dress with lace detail over the chest and my black leather jacket and heels. Adam’s wearing navy pants and a white suit shirt with the top buttons undone. We look good, but not latex good. More and more contestants go through and perform, each one has a unique look and an even more unique sound.
I’m becoming more and more anxious and I can tell Adam is too. His knee starts bouncing nervously and he’s blinking really fast. There’s eight more performances until we go on when Adam suddenly turns to me.
“Did you listen to that song I sent you?” He sounds urgent.
“Of course, I loved it. I listened to it all night.” I say. He smiles that cheeky smile and I can see an idea brewing.
“Good,” he says, “because I hope you know the words.” It takes me a second to let the gears tick in my head before I understand what he’s saying. His idea is insanity.
“I’ve only heard it, I’ve never actually performed it,” I say quickly, “I can’t do it now.” He grabs my hands in his and looks straight into my eyes.
“Yes, you can. This song…it has heart. I truly believe if we perform this song, we’re going to win.” I can see how much he wants this. I sigh and look at the ground.
“Fine. But you’d better be ready to play that guitar because we have no backing track for it.” He gets up excitedly to tell the tech guys not to play our track. “And Adam?” I say, “you’d better hope we win.” He flashes a smile at me and I can’t help but return it.
The next fifteen minutes go by in a frantic blur of harmonising and cementing in the lyrics of the song. It’s too soon when the coordinator is calling for us. Behind the black curtains next to the stage, Adam and I wait to be introduced.
“Up next we have a duo featuring Adam Hasset and Tori Leese who will be performing an original song written by Adam titled ‘Countdown’.” The coordinator says into the microphone. She gives us a nod and we walk out onto the stage, the blinding lights above us, to discover our fate.
“There’s been a slight change of plan folks, we’ll be performing my own song called ‘Make it in America’. Hope you enjoy.” Adam says as he settles in and starts to play. He starts the first verse and soon I’m joining in.
“Only thing to my name is an old t-shirt, faded 1985 from a Stones concert, and I’m dying to make it in America.” We sing. The crowd soon fades away and I find that I’m completely engrossed in this song. We decided the chorus would be all me and I feel a rush of butterflies as the first verse comes to an end.
“I wanna taste the sun, cause baby I’m born to run, I got a feeling that I’m not the only one, and I, I wanna show some skin, baby I need the ocean, and you can’t stop me now I’ve got my heart in motion, and I wanna make it in America, make it in America.”
I feel so overjoyed and happy as we continue to sing the song without fault. Adam was right, this song has real heart. It shows how much music means to him. The song finally comes to an end and we’re overwhelmed by applause as we come off the stage.
“Oh my god, Adam. That was incredible!” I jump into a hug with him and he breathes a sigh of relief at how well we did.
“I knew we could do it.” He says.
After announcing the last performance, the coordinator gathers all of the rest of us backstage, ready for the award announcement. It feels like an eternity as we wait for the competition to finish. The tension in the room grows more and more as we all wait to see whether our dreams will come true today. After almost twenty minutes after the last contestant finishes, the announcer is handed a sheet of paper from one of the judges, the very judge whose talents are up for grabs. Leo Kelly. He and the announcer walk onto the stage together, the sheet of paper securely in the announcer’s hands.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” she starts, “the judges have reached a final decision. After much deliberation, they’ve decided on one performance that they think is worthy of a deal with Mr.Kelly’s very own record label. Now, it’s time to announce the winner.” She unfolds the slip of paper and painstakingly reads over it before speaking. “The winner is…George Uley!” The crowd goes wild. George Uley performed a few people before us and, to be fair, he was incredible. However, I get the feeling that the reason he won has more to do with sex appeal than anything else.
Adam looks at me with a pained expression. His heart must be breaking. He’s spent so much time and energy preparing for this, and our performance really was something special. I wrap my arm around his waist as George pushes his way to the front of the crowd to enter the stage. Everyone starts to make their way towards their things and the exit. Just as Adam and I reach his guitar, Leo Kelly takes the microphone.
“Congratulations George, what an incredible achievement. However, there is one more thing I need to say before letting you all go home. I’ve decided that I’d like to offer a second record deal to another performance tonight. This duo gave a performance that had soul and the song itself was clearly something incredibly special to the performers. Adam Hasset and Tori Leese, can you please make your way to the stage?”
I look at Adam and see my shock mirrored in his face. We push through the crowd to the stage and we’re greeted by an enthusiastic handshake from Leo.
“You guys had a great performance, I’d love to offer you a deal with my record label, if you’ll accept, of course.”
The crowd goes wild as Adam grabs Leo’s hand again.
“We would be absolutely honoured.” He says.
“Thank you so much,” I add. He smiles at us.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce this year’s competition winners. George Uley for his performance of ‘I’m Yours’ by Jason Mraz; and Adam and Tori, for their performance of Adam’s song ‘Make it in America’!”


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The Unexpected, Mysterious and Interesting Boy – Chapter 4

Ever since Percy bought me that chai, I’ve been drinking it religiously. Every morning before my classes start I make my way over to Polypop and sit in the corner booth drinking my chai, waiting for him to walk in. It’s been 8 days since I saw him last and he hasn’t shown up once. I sit with my sketch book in front of me at the booth and a 6B pencil in my hand, watching all the people walk by. This university is surprisingly busy considering the reasonably small location in the heart of the city. I snap my attention back to the sketch of my guinea pigs, Lolly and Penny. I’ve been working on it for about a week on the train to uni. So far it looks good, it just needs more shading. I start to shade around the edge of Lolly’s face when I notice Hail, Percy’s disabled sister, roll into Polypop. She makes eye contact with me and waves sweetly. I wave back a little too enthusiastically and she giggles at my apparently charming awkwardness. I notice her new wheel chair, this one is electric blue instead of black.. I remember the mangled mess of a wheel chair that was left after some random guy threw it over the side of that balcony. I honestly can’t imagine why anyone would want to hurt her. It makes me so mad whenever I think about it. Hail collects her drink from the barista and rolls over to me.
“Hey there,” she says, “how are you?”
“I’m great actually, yourself?” I reply.
“Oh yeah, can’t complain. What are you working on there?” she asks. I turn my sketchbook around to show her.
“They’re my guinea pigs, Lolly and Penny.” Her smile brightens when she sees them.
“Oh my god, I had guinea pigs as a kid but they died from the heat. I was absolutely heartbroken. I love yours though, those two are gorgeous.” She smiles again.
“Why thank you,” I giggle, “I love them too.” We both smile at each other and I start to think I’ve made a new friend. I want to ask her about Percy and find out where he’s been but I don’t want her to think anything of it.
“Well, I better be off to my class. Engineering doesn’t wait, unfortunately.” She wedges her drink between her thighs.
“Yeah I should probably go to my class too. It was good to see you, we’ll have to do it again sometime,” I say.
“Sounds good, I’ll see you around.”
Before I can stop myself I blurt out, “Wait! Where’s Percy been lately?” She smiles suspiciously.
“He’s been sick, why?” I stumble on my words before I can finally utter a sentence that makes some sense.
“Oh, I just haven’t seen him lately, you know, around uni.” She chuckles to herself.
“I’m sure you’ll see him soon.”
She turns and wheels herself away.


For some reason I have to be the clumsiest person on the planet. I swear it’s a genetic disorder or something that must have been passed down through the generations of my family, getting stronger the further along it travels. Just as I’m walking out of class at 2 o’clock, I trip on a bump in the pavement and fling my sketch book and a bunch of sheets that my professor handed out during class onto the walkway in front of me. I half fall onto my hands and half onto my butt. Of course, just my luck, this is the moment that Percy decides to make his reappearance. I’m half sitting, half squatting as he comes around the corner and sees me in my situation of pure embarrassment. I quickly stand up and brush off my clothes in hopes that he somehow didn’t see me. I can feel my face turning bright red as he approaches with a grin on his face.
“You know, even if you hated the class, you’re still supposed to keep the notes,” he teases.
I laugh lightly and stick my tongue out at him. God, why did I do that? What am I, 7? He smiles at me anyway.
“I just thought, you know what? I haven’t been on a trip for a while so, hell, why not plan an impromptu trip right now?” I joke back. He laughs as he bends down to help me pick up my things. He hands me my sketch book while I grab my papers. It’s like one of those really weird cliché moments in the movie where the guy hands the girl her books and they both stare into each other’s eyes for what seems like an eternity. Except, we make eye contact for about 0.3 seconds before our eyes flit away from each other’s gaze. Once I’m standing with all of my things again, we stand in silence.
“Thanks,” I say, “for helping me with my books.”
“Anytime. But, you know, next time maybe you should plan your trip in a more luxurious location. Like maybe on some carpet, maybe even some grass…” I playfully punch his arm as we both start laughing.
“I will keep that advice in mind next time, thank you.” He smiles again and begins to turn to walk away. Instinctively I reach out and grab his arm.
“Wait, before you go, do you want to come to my party tomorrow night? It’s at my place, back in Leppin, but it’s going to be fun.”
“Yeah sure, just text me the details-“
“I don’t have your number,” I say quickly.
“Here,” he says, “text me.” He gently grabs my hand and takes a pen out from his coat pocket. He messily writes his number on the back of my hand as I try to subdue the huge smile that’s creeping across my face. When he finishes, he winks at me sexily and walks away. I stare at the phone number on my hand and I can’t believe what just happened. Thank you clumsy feet for being the ultimate wingman. As I look at the number, a problem comes to the forefront of my mind. There’s just one issue with inviting Percy to my party. At the moment, there is no party.

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The Unexpected, Mysterious and Interesting Boy – Chapter 3

Welcome back! Sorry it’s been a while but I hope you enjoy the next chapter of my story.

So much for an interesting first lecture. The professor babbled on for three hours about the importance of line when designing an artwork and how the balance and harmony of the piece must be simple yet complex in order to gain an appealing aesthetic. I don’t remember most of what he said because all I did for most of the time was think about how weird the situation was that morning. My first day and I’ve already seen a disabled girl’s wheelchair fall from a balcony, mystery boy (who, by the way, is the disabled girl’s brother) and most horrifying of all, my professor’s gross beard that appeared to have bits of biscuit in it. I sit on the train next to an old lady who looks very annoyed at having to sit next to me, one of ‘today’s youth’ as I heard her refer to me as. Too bad there are no other seats. Just as the train is leaving the platform, I get a call from Zahra. I eagerly swipe to the left and answer her call. “Hey!” I say.
“Hey there uni gal, how was your first day?” she replies.
“Oh. My. Gosh. It was insane.”
“Really? Did they give you heaps of work?”
“Um, no, not really. What made it insane was that firstly, a girl in a wheelchair had her chair taken and thrown over a balcony…” I glance over at the old lady who is now death staring me. I give her a shy smile and turn to face the window.
“Please elaborate on how the hell that happened,” she says.
“Right, well some guy puller her out and threw it over the edge. It was so crazy. So, then I went to help her and she called her brother who, get this, is mystery boy.” I pause to allow her to process this new information. The phone line goes a little fuzzy for a second or two then goes back to silence.
“Jayda? Are you there?” Zahra asks.
“Hey, yeah. Sorry, I think we just went through a dead spot or something.”
“Oh that’s alright then, I thought you’d hung up on me!” she laughs.
“No no, I would never! Anyway, did you hear what I said about mystery boy?”
“What? No? Oh my gosh please tell me he found you and asked you out!”
“Well, not exactly. He’s the girl in the wheelchair’s brother. I didn’t catch his name but he’s studying law at my uni.”
“Bud, that’ awesome. You totally have to go for coffee or something. He has to thank you now right? For helping his sister?”
“Well I guess but-“
“But nothing. Tomorrow, you go and find that spunk and make him buy you a coffee.”
“But I don’t drink coffee-“
“Jayda, there are way too many buts coming out of your mouth!” We both burst out laughing. Gosh we’re immature. The old lady glares at me again but this time I just keep laughing.
“Anyway,” Zahra continues, “I should probably get going to work. Gotta work the late shift tonight. What a joy.”
“Yeah good idea, thanks for the call, I’ll have to give Harper a buzz later too, see how her day was. Have fun at work!” I reply.
“Thanks bud, see ya!” I take my phone away from my ear just in time for the old lady to start grumbling something about today’s young people being rude and selfish or something like that. I’m in too good a mood after my phone call with Zahra to care. I take out ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’ again and read until my stop is called.


The next morning I stroll into uni wearing my favourite boots. They’re almost 6 years old yet still look new which is pretty amazing considering how much I’ve worn them. Today’s class starts at 10. I glance at my watch and see that it’s only 9.35. I have a good 20 minutes to kill so I decide to explore the courtyard area. There are a few cafes, some fast food shops and even a jewellery store. I guess there are a lot of people that forget birthdays and anniversaries around here. I pick a café called ‘Polypop’ purely because its name is the same as one of the fabrics at work. I walk towards it in my comfy and worn boots while deciding what to get. I don’t drink coffee so that’s out, and the only other hot drink I really drink is hot chocolate. But, today, I’m feeling adventurous. I get into the little shop and study the menu board. There’s so many drinks that I can’t decide which one to try.
“I hear chai lattes are pretty good.” I spin around to see mystery boy only a metre away. He smiles at me while I stand there with my jaw almost to the ground. Gosh, I swear he gets more attractive every time we meet. He raises his perfectly shaped eyebrows at me and I manage to compose myself.
“Oh, hey. Again.” I grin the dorkiest grin that any face has ever had the displeasure of forming. He doesn’t seem to mind.
“If you’re trying to decide what to order, might I suggest trying a chai latte? They’re like drinking Christmas in a paper cup.”
“Wow, that sounds amazing. Hell, why not? I mean, I do love Christmas.” I somehow smile decently.
“Hey, can I grab two chai lattes please? Thanks.” He hands a $10 note to the cashier lady.
“Oh you didn’t have to get me one,” I say.
“I was actually getting it for Hail…but I could get you one too if you like?” he offers. He starts laughing hysterically.
“I’m kidding,” he smiles, “sorry, I like to prank people sometimes.”
I start laughing along with him.
“How is Hail after yesterday?” I ask quietly.
“She’s okay I think, just a little shaken.” His face seems to darken at the thought of someone trying to hurt his sister. I realise that I need to change the subject.
“So, Hail said you’re studying law. What’s that like?” I ask sweetly.
“Ah, you know, it’s alright. It can be confusing sometimes.” I nod in agreement. I remember doing legal studies at high school. It was, by far, my worst subject in Year 12.
“Anyway, what about you? What are you studying?”
“Art. I always loved it in high school so I figured, why not?”
“Well as long as you love what you’re doing.”
“Exactly. You’ve just got to find your passion.” We both nod to fill the silence that’s settling on us. After what seems like forever, the cashier hands him two chai lattes and he passes one to me.
“Thank you very much.” I say
“Not a problem…” he gestures for me to tell him my name.
“Oh, it’s Jayda.”
“Well, it was lovely to meet you properly Jayda. See you around.” He flashes me a glimpse of his perfectly straight and white teeth as he turns to walk away.
“Wait! What’s your name?” I reach out for his arm to stop him leaving.
“I’m Percy.” Mystery boy smiles one last time before walks out of Polypop.

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The Unexpected, Mysterious and Interesting Boy – Chapter 2

Welcome back! If you haven’t read the first chapter then I’d recommend reading that first. I hope you enjoy this next chapter as much as I’ve loved writing it!

O-week went by in a flash that involved parties and drinking and I think (don’t take my word for it because I was completely smashed) a bit of an ass grab. Oops. I reminisce about the fun I had and the new friends I met as I sit on the train on the way to Melbourne. Every time I think about starting classes I get a swarm of butterflies doing back flips in my stomach. It’s both exciting and nerve racking at the same time. I go back to reading ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’ by Stephen Chbosky to try and distract myself. Before I know it, I’m captivated by this book again. I’m up to page 160 when the train pulls into the Southern Cross Station. I hurriedly put my book back in my bag and leap from my seat for the door. Once I’m off the train and making my way up the platform, my phone goes off. I slip it out of my back pocket and see that it’s a text from Harper.

‘Good luck today gorgeous! You’ll do great! Much love xx’

God she’s cute. Sometimes I think I actually have the best friends in the whole entire world. I know it’s cheesy, but still. I shoot back a text while walking and only accidentally bump into one person, one bag and one bench. That’s success in my books. After five minutes of walking I find myself standing outside the Institute. I walk through the revolving door and cross the main reception area to the elevators where there are about 20 students waiting to be taken up. After my experience with the stairs in the hotel I decide to take the stairs up to the 3rd floor and into lecture hall number 2, the place where I have my first lecture. I’m not disappointed by the expectation that TV shows have given me of lecture halls. It’s absolutely huge. There would have to be at least 500 seats. I choose an empty seat next to one of the girls I met in O-week, Blake.
“Hey Blake, is anyone sitting here?” I ask nervously.
“Oh no sweetie, have a seat,” she hums. I take a seat and glance around the huge hall. Of the approximately 500 seats, only about 50 are filled. I check my watch. 10.07, the lecture is supposed to start in 8 minutes. I get my books out and set myself up for an interesting lecture. I then start to wonder what our Professor will talk about today. Considering it’s our first lecture, it’ll probably be something introductory. “So, Jayda, are you excited to start?” Blake asks.
“Oh yeah, I can’t wait. Hopefully we’ll get into some of the practical stuff soon.”
“Ugh same, I really want to do some nude sketches, that’d be so cool. I love drawing the unique contours and lines of the human form. It’s just so intriguing to me that every body shape is different and what some people consider to be beautiful others might see as not. Humans are crazy,” she laughs, “anyway, enough about me. What do you want to do this year as your exploratory medium?”
“I want to get into sculpting. I love working with clay, plaster, anything that I can manipulate into shapes of forms. Last year I made a statue out of air dry clay that worked out really well for me.”
“Oh nice, that sounds so exciting! I can’t wait to see what everyone is going to do.” Just as I’m about to reply, we hear a crashing sound outside the door. I look at Blake and raise my eyebrows. We both get up and go to investigate the noise. As soon as we reach the door, we see a disfigured wheelchair that appears to have been dropped from the balcony walkway overhead the hallway. At the top of the walkway stands a very smug looking guy who’s wearing all black, from head to toe. Once he sees the crowd beginning to gather, his smile drops and he backs away quickly from the edge of the balcony. As he runs off, I see a girl pull herself over to the glass panelling to look over the edge. She’s using her hands and arms to move so I can only assume it was her wheelchair that’s now a crumpled mess on the ground. Her face drops as she sees the 15 or so people that have gathered around the wheelchair. No one else seems to have noticed the girl. While trying to keep my eye on her, which is stupid because she’s obviously not going anywhere in a hurry, I walk over to the stair case and climb them to the balcony. Once I reach the top of the stairs I can see the girl slump against the glass panel while a single tear makes its way down her cheek. I approach slowly so that I don’t give her a fright. She notices me and makes a quick swipe of her hand across her face to wipe away the tears that followed the first one. From my bag I pull out a tissue and offer it to her with a sympathetic smile on my face. She smiles shyly back and accepts the tissue. “Hey, are you okay?” I ask quietly. She nods as she blows her nose.

“Did you know that guy?” I ask gently. She looks so sad that I feel absolutely horrible for even asking.
“No, I don’t. He just…I don’t know.” I feel as though she’s holding something back but I don’t have the heart to push her for information. “Do you know where we can go to get a new wheelchair? Maybe the sickbay…?” She shakes her head in disappointment. “I can call my brother, he can come and get me,” she whispers. She reaches for her phone from her bag and types in his number. After a few rings he picks up. “Hey, it’s me. I need you to come get me.” She glances at me and I instantly feel like I’m eavesdropping. I awkwardly shuffle over to the other side of the balcony and look down at more people gathering around the mangled mess of metal and rubber. When I turn around she’s hanging up the phone. “Is he coming to get you?” I ask.
“Yeah, he said he’ll just be a few minutes. He’s got to get from the other building to this one. He’s studying law.” We both nod slightly. I sit down next to her and lean my back against the cool glass. After a couple minutes of silence and while someone below sparks the idea to take the wheelchair to the registration office, we look at each other and she says, “Hey, thanks for coming up here for me. It’s nice to know someone’s here to look out for me.” She smiles weakly.
“Oh yeah, of course. Anytime.” I grin back a really dorky grin which sets me off laughing at myself. She then starts giggling as well. A few seconds later, a guy comes racing up the stairs in a huff. “Are you okay? What happened?” He breathes. I’m about to answer for her when I look at the guy and find myself face to face with mystery boy. He’s here. I stumble on my words for a few seconds while he looks at me quizzically until the girl speaks up and tells him that some guy pulled her out of her chair and threw it over the edge. Mystery boy’s face changes from panicked to murderous. I swear if that guy had come back he’d be the next thing over the edge of the balcony and would probably end up being a splat mark on the tiled floor. He walks over to her and with ease scoops up his sister and begins making his way towards the elevator. I stand there staring blankly as he waits patiently for the ding that indicates that it’s on this level. Just as the doors are opening he glances back at me with his striking blue eyes and sharp jaw line. “Thanks for looking after Sam.” He steps into the elevator and the doors shut while I process the last ten minutes. What a crazy start to my first day of uni.

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