A while back I wrote a short story labelled College Crisis and said I would do some other stories connected to it. I never really got round to doing it so here's one for you now! I would suggest you read College Crisis before reading this to get the whole gist of the story idea.
Hi, I'm Jemma and I'm your average NYU (New York University) girl. I go to class in the day and go partying at night- blah, blah, blah. There's more to me than meets the eye though, more than other people will ever know I guess. I think it all started when I was a kid and my parents split up...which isn't common it's the 21st century... a lot of people play the field. That's what my mother did at least that's what my dad always says to me. She "played the field" but I haven't seen my mother since she and my dad divorced 15 years ago. I've always found that strange. I mean you can play the field and still visit your daughter right? It gets even stranger though, nobody's heard from her in 15 years- none of her friends or family(I know) yet she's still legally alive. The police say she might be hiding or have taken a new idenity, they said some people just decide they don't want to be a person anymore and go off the grid. I find that hard to believe seeing my Mum was "apparently" a social butterfly and "the life of the party". At least that's what everyone says.
So yeah I have family issues, that's why the neighbours shake their heads at me when I walk by. Probably because my skirts too short. But it's different now I'm at university there's no one judging what I wear or act like, they think it's cool. Especially now I'm dating Daniel, if you've got a boyfriend you get extra respect- anywhere. Don't mean to show off but I'm actually quite popular, Daniel is too. Me and him went shopping recently at the mall and it's weird because I just couldn't stop thinking about how so much has changed since high school.
HIgh school was tricky for me. It's so hard when you've got all these girls surrounding you constantly talking about the stupidest things. I never really understood that being raised by my Dad. Everything was in black or white, there was either one way or another. There was no exaggeration or dramatics. Only by the end of High School did I start to fit in and that's when the letters started coming. They were a lifesaver for me, it was like having my own angel looking after me. At the end of every week in my locker I would recieve a letter in regal, cursive handwriting telling me how to deal with the tribulations of the week. I was told what to wear on certain occasions and how to act around people I wanted to impress. I know it sounds creepy but it helped me it really did.
Always there for me.
At the end of the week.
In my locker.
The last letter I recieved was on the last day of High School. I think it's the last one I'll ever get.
HIgh school is nearly over, and you're standing here. Standing at the top of the social ladder. To stay on this ladder find yourself a likely man to cherish. You'll do well my darling!
To be continued....