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Day 4

I continue to walk and think about that couple kissing. Do I miss having a boyfriend? If I want to be truthful, I’d have to say yes. But what happened earlier in the year wasn’t that far away yet. It still hurts. At the heart of it was a guy. Isn’t that always the way of things?

I ponder what changed in my life to make me the way I am. Temperamental and mood swings that caused a lot of people to flee.

I flinch as a red Frisbee cuts in front of me with a chorus of “Sorry” following. I smile and shake my head, leaving it where it lie. Frisbee golf. I never saw the appeal, but the course was in full swing today. I return to my musings.

I wouldn’t say that Zane broke my heart, exactly. It was just the timing of it all. I had three classes I had tests in all on the same day, but I hadn’t studied a bit for them. Then here he is breaking up with me right before Valentine’s Day. I hate Valentine’s Day now. Evil holiday. As they say, it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Now that I think about it, it was stupid to try and kill myself over him. He wasn’t worth it.

I still see him now and then, but I always pretend I don’t. It’s easier that way. Except for that one day he said hi to me. That was awful. But it’s all better now and I have my good friends.

Hmm. Speaking of. I wonder what we should watch tonight? I continue thinking as I walk up to my dorm room, ignoring people around me for the most part. It was easier that way. I know I get odd looks because of it, but I’m learning to adjust.

I see the bottle of pills sitting on my desk when I drop my bag down next to it. Oops. Had I taken my pill this morning? I don’t think so. I shrug. No big deal. I feel fine. I don’t need it. I decide to pick up my room in case Doug brought extra people along. He didn’t mind my slobby habits, but I never knew with him. He could bring anyone at a moment’s notice.

Later that evening, a knock sounded on my door. Opening it, I see Doug standing there. He came in and said, “I have an idea for something different tonight.”

“Oh? What’s that?” I don’t do well with different, but Doug rarely came up with anything bad to do. It might even be fun. I work at reworking my idea of not going to Blockbuster to pick a movie for the evening. I was having a hard time.

“Why don’t we grab everyone and go to Denny’s for a while?”

“Okay. That sounds like fun. Want a ride back to your dorm?”

“Sure,” he said brightly. That was Doug. Always happy.

I grab my keys and purse and we head downstairs. “Who all will go, do you think?” It turned out I was the only one with a car our freshman year, so I drove everywhere.

“Terry, me, maybe Mike. He was hanging around when I left. Oh, and maybe Matt would go as well.”

I shook my head with a smile on my face as he added on people. I have a tiny car. Two of those people he named were over 6 feet tall. This was going to be amusing.

After we’d rounded everyone up, we head down to the car. We stand looking at my tiny ‘pregnant roller skate’ as Matt called it, and wonder how to squish everyone in. They finally decided that Mike would just stretch across their laps in the backseat. I laugh and pray we don’t get pulled over on the way to Denny’s.

At Denny’s we have a great time. The guys are smashing creamer cups and Doug accidentally smashes a full ketchup packet, spraying the entire table. There were piles of salt from when we start being even more obnoxious than usual. The waitress was sweet and kept us in refills without saying a word. She knew us though. We might make a mess, but we always tip well as an apology.

I steal one of Doug’s fries.


“You weren’t going to eat it anyway,” I retort as I bop him on the nose with it before popping it in my mouth. I grin at him and he grins back. He doesn’t really mind. He never does. He’s what you call ‘a good guy.’

We finally wrap things up when Terry reminds us he has a class in the morning. “Party pooper,” I say, and stick my tongue out at him.

“I thought you had one, too,” he replies.

“I do. But I probably won’t go. The class is boring.”

He gives me a look and leaves it at that. We all busy ourselves with tossing money on the table for the waitress. I think we tip her more than what the bill was.

After dropping everyone off at their dorm, I head to mine, alone. It was hard going back to the dorm after all of that excitement and I realize I know no one at my new dorm. No one to sit and chat with. No one to share any of the funny stories I’d heard that night.

Back in my room, I drop everything on the desk. I flip the light off and curl up on my bed and began to cry.

The phone rang.


“Georgia, how are you doing? Have you been crying?”

“Oh, hi, Mom. I think I just have a slight cold coming on,” I say wiping the tears off my cheeks.

“I just wanted to check on you. I hope you’re doing well. You’re still taking your medicine, right?”

“Mom. Leave off of the medicine, okay?”

“But the doctor said you needed to take it. It’s important. I don’t want to see you back in the hospital.”

“Just leave it. I’m fine. I don’t think that doctor knows what he was talking about anyway.”

“Sweetheart,” my mom began.

“Enough. Drop it. Talk to me later when you don’t feel like giving me a lecture.” I slam the phone down.

I stalk over to the wall and slap the light switch. When it doesn’t flip on, I hit it harder. I gave out a cry of frustration when it still didn’t work. I grab it and yank it up hard, getting the lights on. “There you stupid thing! Geez.” Still in a huff, I walk over and sit down at my desk, grab the remote, and flip my TV on. After a few minutes of surfing the channels, I turn it off again. I throw the remote across the room and turn towards my computer.

I jiggle the mouse and wait for it to turn on. “Come on, you slow piece of shit. Turn on.” I’m finally rewarded with the glow of the screen, but it felt like forever.

I bounce through the few games I have on it, but nothing caught my attention.

“This sucks,” I say. I fling myself on my bed, ignoring the ringing phone. It was just my mom calling back anyway. I don’t want to talk to her. The phone stops ringing. I lie there staring at the ceiling. I flip over so I’m staring at the wall. Next thing I hear is my alarm going off.

I glance at it and blink. I slap it off and roll back over. I know I should get up and get ready for class, but it’s boring. I’m not going. I fall back asleep.

Several days later, we all meet up in Mike’s room. Not for any real reason, but he’s competing in some competition to do with a video game he plays. The guys wanted to go watch and cheer him on. I only go because I have nothing else better to do. It’s some first person shooter, and I can’t watch those without getting sick to my stomach. I wander around his room and look at what new music he bought.

“Hey, Mike. What do you think of this CD by Robert Miles,” I call across the noise.

“You have to listen to that. It’s amazing. You’d like it,” he calls back.

Hmm. Maybe I do have something to do after all. I tap on Doug’s shoulder and tell him I’m heading out. Going to the nearest Barnes and Noble, I settle in to their music listening area and queue up the CD Mike had. He’s right. I do love it. I grab a copy of it and head to the nearest cash register. I write a check because I’m not sure how much money is left in my account. They can’t verify funds on those right away, so I’m good.

I walk out with my new purchase and head to my car, excited to listen to the full thing. I slide the new CD into my CD player and head back to my dorm.

* * * * *

“Hey, Georgia! Wait up!”

I turn and see Mike running my direction. I rarely saw him outside of his room, so this is odd. “What’s up?”

He stops next to me and begins panting. He holds up his hand and puts it back on his knee, “Just a second,” he gasps.

I wait patiently for him to catch his breath. He wasn’t that social, so for him to track me down, it must be important.

“Remember how we were talking about jobs and stuff on campus?”

“Yeah, what about them?”

“Well, one of the computer labs is looking for people. I thought you might be interested. You’re pretty good with computers.”

I blush. “Thank you. That’s high praise coming from you. I think you breathe them.”

He laughs. “It’s the lab in the Natural Sciences building. With luck, maybe you’ll get a position.”

I thank him again and he walks off. One thing I can always count on is for Mike to give good advice and ideas. This one was definitely worth looking in to. As soon as I could figure out which one of these building was the Natural Sciences building. I don’t have any classes there, so no idea what it even looks at.

I give up and find one of the many maps on campus that show you where everything is. I figured starting by the library was a good bet. It was my favorite place to go study and be alone until I got my new room. Finding the board, I quickly locate the Natural Sciences building and head on over.

It takes me a little while, but I finally locate the computer lab. I walk in and see a counter with a few people behind it. One looks up and asks, “Here to use the computers?”

“No. I heard there was a job available here?”

The girl looks me up and down before yelling, “Hey, Debbie! Someone is here to see you about the job.”

A blonde woman stands up from between the aisles of computers and walks briskly up to the front.

“Hello. I am Debbie. And you are?”

“My name is Georgia. Georgia Warner.”

“Nice to meet you, Georgia. Let’s head over to my office and I’ll get you an application.”

And faster than I could spin around, I had a job. The pay was decent for on campus work, too. I definitely owe Mike a big thank you. My parents didn’t want me wasting time on working while going to school, but I was going nuts. Classes weren’t that hard and I didn’t have enough to fill up my time. This would work great.

Next Chapter: Day 5