The Haunted Mansion

Make new memories

  Ah, people, and the world. The question that killed so many dreams: WHAT WOULD THEY SAY?

        Am I going to be judged for the rest of my life? Or am I going to let the world judge me on and on?

I've gotten looks all over my body, my soul. Felt as if someone was trying to strip my flesh off of my bones. Some looks made me feel miserable like I didn't belong to this world. And some... well, those made me feel like a whole; it made me realize that I have a purpose, a goal in life, people whom care about me, they cherish, honour and value me. For that, I say thank you from the bottom of my heart.

        One moody afternoon, I was watching the pointer of the clock sitting on the dusty beige wall of my classroom. It wasn't cooperating with me at all. Finally, after what it felt an eternity, it pointed the right hour. I rushed to grab my books, notebooks and glanced at my friend telling her with my eyes that I will certainly pass on the famous party.

I decided to stay in and catch up on my chores. College was no peaches and cream as highschool. However, my dream was to become the best. Therefore, a random party with rich kids was not at all my cup of tea.

        Mine and Michaela's apartment is at a ten-minute walk just outside our campus. After a quick stop at the grocery store, I made my way towards the apartment when all of a sudden, I felt a hand grabbing my waist. It was warm, soft, and knew how to react to my body.

Now what the hell and wh...- I turned around, ready to slap the f**k out of whomever dared to stop me like that, almost in the middle of the street. And there he was. Smiling.

Can I keep you company?- he asked with the biggest smirk on his face. His cut out beard, those big green eyes, that in the gentle light of the sun, faded into a pale brown...and those chocolatey locks were everything. He could have carried me in one arm, that's how small I was. I gotta say I lost myself there for a brief moment. But I smiled and pulled back his arm when all my groceries, even my dark, hot cup of coffee fell all the way down to his impeccable white T-shirt, cascading down to his pants, shoes and the f..ing circus goes on.

My sassiness was way rusty. He took a step back and gazed at me. Little was I aware of the fact that I had no bra. My n*****s were out and about, ready to mingle after my dumbass cup of coffee got on my shirt too. He regrouped in a split second, picked up my books and what was left out of my groceries, and said: Well, now I really need to keep you company; or at least you'll be so kind to help me clean up this mess.