New World, Who’s This?

I stared at the lush green forest ahead of me, it’s trees growing in such a way that you could barely make your way around them. Their thick dark bark giving it almost a gloomy feel, if it wasn’t for the beam of sunlight that radiated through the canopy of leaves above me. I came to a lone clearing. The first I’ve ever percieved in my long walks through this never ending labyrinth of greenery. But the clearing wasn’t completely devoid of anything. In the middle, stood a long pillar, at least, that’s what it looks like from afar. But as I got closer, it looked more of like a scepter, with a slight shimmer emanating off of it, a blue Crystal at the top of it, entwined at the base by the golden scepter. I reached out my fingers to touch it. I felt a sharp jab to ribs, a poke on my nose. This darn cat never leaves me be, always gotta wake me up for food. Right when my dream gets to the best part. “Anya, you shouldn’t fall asleep on the train.” I opened my eyes wide. I was staring at my blue eyed, purple haired, dimple cheeked, button nose, black lipped roommate and bestfriend. Malia. And not my cream colored cat Jiffy. She poked me on the nose with her purple nail. “You’re lucky I’m here, or some crazy guy would have mugged you. You know better than to fall asleep on here.” I sighed deeply. “Sorry, Mr Johnson has been STRESSING me out with this 2nd semester paper I’m supposed to write. So sleep is a luxury.” She blew her bangs out of her face and laughed indifferently. Looking at the two of us, you would never think of us to be friends, but we have a lot in common. Aside from our majors, but they do somehow seem relative to each other. Malia is almost a foot taller than me, honey colored skin, always clad in her usual beautiful fashion of pastel skirts and tops, black lipstick, dark eyeshadow, pretty piercings that cover her ears. If you haven’t guessed her major yet I’ll tell you. If you guessed psychology with an undergrad in sociology, you’d be correct. She also very bubbly and me? Well, I’m the opposite. I’ve kept my hair it’s natural color all my life, a red wine color. My eyes, a dark brown, sharp cheek bones, a splash of freckles covering my face. I dressed in shades of black, gray and the occasional purple. Which is why Malia dyed her hair purple, because she found out it was one of my favorite colors. And as for my personality, well, I’m not the easiest to make friends with. As for me with my major? Well, it’s a bit complicated. Undecided would be the word, but not entirely. History is one of my majors, which I excel at. Extraordinarily so. But, I took on two undergrads, political science, and a writing course. And the writing course has me under wraps. Journaling has never been my thing, keeping track of everything in a book has never been my thing aside from taking notes in a class, or writing in books that have already been written in. Writing stories to add to that? Yeah no. “That isn’t due for another month, you need to relax a little, ease up.” She took the exact same course as me. She thought it would help in her studies. And she wanted at least one class with me. “Hey maybe when you become president one day you can ban Mr Johnson from ever working at any college ever.” She giggled. She took a sip of her coffee she had brought along with her. I really do need sleep. But the prompt has been eating away at me. ‘Personal Journey.’ What is there to talk about in a personal journey? I guess my home life was alright. I mean, my parents got divorced a month after I got to school. And if I’m being honest, I don’t really want to dive deep into my mind, much less my trauma filled childhood that would have done maybe slightly better had they never had me in the first place. Maria really wants to though. “Hey if you want, you can totally tell me your journey, and help you put it to paper. Offer still stands.” She grins at me. The train comes to halt at one of the stops. We still have one stop left. “I can’t believe you woke me up and we’re not even at our stop.” I dramatically bring my hand to cover my face and fake a sob. “Oh stop, you can sleep during Mr Johnson’s class today.” “True, it is my first class.” The train jolts as it departs from the station, taking us to our next stop. I dreaded those doors opening. I don’t hate it here entirely. Meeting Malia actually made it better. When Christmas time came around, I didn’t want to go home to my family. I was perfectly happy spending my time in the apartment with Jiffy sleeping next to me while I read books or watched TV. But she insisted on staying behind with me. She got a tree, and even got me a couple gifts. I got her some fuzzy socks and a fuzzy blanket, both in pastel colors. She was over the moon. She’s like the sister I always wanted.