University. Part 1. Moving in

I waved goodbye. Goodbye to my old life, to all my friends family and the car gradually moving out of the carpark. Away from me. I'd begged and begged for m parents not to leave me here, I'd changed my mind about uni, I wanted my room and I wanted my friends.1

But they ripped themselves away from my arms, and left me. Alone without a person in the world right now and a stranger staring strangely at me from the table. I smiled weekley and said hi, and tried to look up. Nerves seemeped through my veins and my heart beat fast. My eyes were welling up, and I just didn't know what to do.2

"hey" she replied, "where you from?" She questioned. I told her about living a few hours away normally, and was suprised she just lived thirty minutes away. Soon we were chatting like we'd known each other for years, planning what we were going to do with the house and eagily awaiting the other housemates to come home so we could meet them for the first time.3

An Irish girl with rich, brown hair a jolly smile and eager eyes came in. She spoke with a light irish accent that was cheery and homeley in a strange way. I instinctly connected with her, and realised that she was on the third year of Fashion. Someone to help me since I was only in my first year.4

The house was seeing to become even more perfect with every second, and when Fern and Ceri came in the household soon became alive. We chatted most of the night until our weary heads couldn't take anymore and headed to bed.5

The new room was so strange, it didn't smell homely, or like a students house. It smelt un used and un familiar. The white walls had patches of darkness from old blue tack. From behind the curtains I could see a faint glow of the streetlights from the carpark behind me.6

At that moment I felt so lonley as I cuddled upto my teddy bear. Not wanting to wake up and having to face the first day at uni. what do I wear if I'm doing a fashion coarse? I love deisgning, but I'm not fashionable or skinny or with blonde hair. I was a punk, rock, raver chic. And I didn't want my madness to leave me. 7

But all I could do was hope that everyone was different, not in a mould like I can easy imagine. To hope that people liked me. because being so far from home my heart felt lonley, the house strangely comforted me. But I needed friends, not to replace my old. But to help hold my heart together till I went back home.8

My eyelids gentley closed as my hands fell away from my teddy and my heartbeat finally slowed down. I smiled and stirred gentley in my sleep. All now I could do was dream, and wish and hope that this life would be one for me, that I could still be me without my friends. To make sure I never lose the real me.