My Sanity (Ch. 1)
A story about a girl just trying to get through life and figure out who she is.
Chapter 1
"Lasaga!" a mockingly harsh voice called.
"What?" I called back annoyed and amused at the interruption. Lana trotted happily into my room and plopped down on my fuzzy blue bed. "What ya doin’?" I asked turning away from my computer science lab.
"I’m bored," she said widening her eyes in mock sadness "where is Sadie?"
"She went to the gym with Claire and her roommates."
"Oh." she said half-heartedly. "Have you convinced her yet?" She asked her eyes sparkling with our plot to get an apartment together next year. Sadie, unfortunately had already agreed with her hometown friend Claire that they would get an apartment together their second year of college. Lana and I, however, had both noticed the new turn Sadie and Claire’s friendship had taken and so invested in the surprisingly slow process of convincing her otherwise.
"No, I tried to ask her again last night, but she’s starting to get angry whenever I bring it up." Sadie was starting to catch onto our plan, if not already, and for some reason I didn’t think it was sitting too well with her. Lana sighed and looked around the room for something to do. I watched her scan our entire room taking in everything, from Sadie’s mass of dirty clothes to my little plastic C3PO standing, hands on hips, on top of my printer. Lana has always made me nervous, she had quick calculating eyes and an annoyingly accurate knack for reading people as if they were books. She always made me feel as if she were watching my every move and reading my thoughts at the very same time. I was starting to get used to it, but it made me clumsy and shy around her. Sadie, my immediate roommate, was in all essence a bitch, but she knew the difference of right from wrong, fair from unfair and so her bitchy nature twisted into a sort of goodness. She was moody, loud, and very opinionated, oh and one more I almost forgot, judgmental. I always thought this last trait funny because she’s one of the most insecure people I have ever met, but I suppose that since she feels that other people judge her she has the right to do so too. I dared to call her a hypocrite once and was surprised that instead of blowing up she sat back against her bed shamefaced and kept her assessments to herself for the rest of the night. Apart from all the negatives I just listed Sadie was incredibly fun to be around and when in her better moods she was by far the most humorous person I knew. Lana shrugged, when we both heard a knock on the door. Lana eagerly bounced off my bed to answer the door.
I reluctantly turned back to my lab. There was something about programming that I couldn’t wrap my mind around, I seemed to be missing a very essential concept and I couldn’t figure out what it was. Lately the class had been getting worse and worse, so much so that I couldn’t complete a lab let alone project without constantly asking for help. I compiled my program for the hundredth time and to my dismay, the list of errors on the screen took up an entire page. I slammed the top of my laptop shut, closed the door to our room, and sat on top of my bed. As I stared into the pale green comforter speckled with blue fuzzies from my blanket, I started thinking about home and how much I missed just being able to shut the door on everything and everyone, being able to sit and think for however long I wanted without interruption. Here my roommates were a constant and sometimes unwanted presence. I missed getting lost in my books and pretending I was on some dangerous and epic adventure. Though I never let myself believe in them, I always held onto the reality that such adventures did not exist at least not for me. Depressing? Maybe, but at least it kept me grounded, my books got me as close to adventure as I ever would and I loved them for that.
I heard the front door open and Sadie’s loud voice complaining to Lana and, who I think was, Ria about how much she hated math. I got up from my bed and walked into the kitchen, I took one look at Sadie and I knew she was pissed. "What’s crackin’?" I said attempting to lighten her mood.
She looked at me, brows furrowed and simply said, "I hate math."
"Oh don’t we all. Did you have a quiz today?"
"Yes, and I totally failed it…again." She said turning to the fridge and pulling out a Rockstar.
"Anyways," Lana said, "When are you guys leaving for break?"
"Friday morning." Ria said.
"I’m leaving Thursday at like twelve." I said.
"Sometime on Friday and Heidi is leaving tomorrow I think." answered Sadie.
Lana sighed and turned to Sadie "Do you want to stay an extra day with me because my aunt isn’t coming to pick me up until Saturday."
"Sure that’s fine. What’s happening tonight?" Sadie asked.
"Lasaga!" a mockingly harsh voice called.
"What?" I called back annoyed and amused at the interruption. Lana trotted happily into my room and plopped down on my fuzzy blue bed. "What ya doin’?" I asked turning away from my computer science lab.
"I’m bored," she said widening her eyes in mock sadness "where is Sadie?"
"She went to the gym with Claire and her roommates."
"Oh." she said half-heartedly. "Have you convinced her yet?" She asked her eyes sparkling with our plot to get an apartment together next year. Sadie, unfortunately had already agreed with her hometown friend Claire that they would get an apartment together their second year of college. Lana and I, however, had both noticed the new turn Sadie and Claire’s friendship had taken and so invested in the surprisingly slow process of convincing her otherwise.
"No, I tried to ask her again last night, but she’s starting to get angry whenever I bring it up." Sadie was starting to catch onto our plan, if not already, and for some reason I didn’t think it was sitting too well with her. Lana sighed and looked around the room for something to do. I watched her scan our entire room taking in everything, from Sadie’s mass of dirty clothes to my little plastic C3PO standing, hands on hips, on top of my printer. Lana has always made me nervous, she had quick calculating eyes and an annoyingly accurate knack for reading people as if they were books. She always made me feel as if she were watching my every move and reading my thoughts at the very same time. I was starting to get used to it, but it made me clumsy and shy around her. Sadie, my immediate roommate, was in all essence a bitch, but she knew the difference of right from wrong, fair from unfair and so her bitchy nature twisted into a sort of goodness. She was moody, loud, and very opinionated, oh and one more I almost forgot, judgmental. I always thought this last trait funny because she’s one of the most insecure people I have ever met, but I suppose that since she feels that other people judge her she has the right to do so too. I dared to call her a hypocrite once and was surprised that instead of blowing up she sat back against her bed shamefaced and kept her assessments to herself for the rest of the night. Apart from all the negatives I just listed Sadie was incredibly fun to be around and when in her better moods she was by far the most humorous person I knew. Lana shrugged, when we both heard a knock on the door. Lana eagerly bounced off my bed to answer the door.
I reluctantly turned back to my lab. There was something about programming that I couldn’t wrap my mind around, I seemed to be missing a very essential concept and I couldn’t figure out what it was. Lately the class had been getting worse and worse, so much so that I couldn’t complete a lab let alone project without constantly asking for help. I compiled my program for the hundredth time and to my dismay, the list of errors on the screen took up an entire page. I slammed the top of my laptop shut, closed the door to our room, and sat on top of my bed. As I stared into the pale green comforter speckled with blue fuzzies from my blanket, I started thinking about home and how much I missed just being able to shut the door on everything and everyone, being able to sit and think for however long I wanted without interruption. Here my roommates were a constant and sometimes unwanted presence. I missed getting lost in my books and pretending I was on some dangerous and epic adventure. Though I never let myself believe in them, I always held onto the reality that such adventures did not exist at least not for me. Depressing? Maybe, but at least it kept me grounded, my books got me as close to adventure as I ever would and I loved them for that.
I heard the front door open and Sadie’s loud voice complaining to Lana and, who I think was, Ria about how much she hated math. I got up from my bed and walked into the kitchen, I took one look at Sadie and I knew she was pissed. "What’s crackin’?" I said attempting to lighten her mood.
She looked at me, brows furrowed and simply said, "I hate math."
"Oh don’t we all. Did you have a quiz today?"
"Yes, and I totally failed it…again." She said turning to the fridge and pulling out a Rockstar.
"Anyways," Lana said, "When are you guys leaving for break?"
"Friday morning." Ria said.
"I’m leaving Thursday at like twelve." I said.
"Sometime on Friday and Heidi is leaving tomorrow I think." answered Sadie.
Lana sighed and turned to Sadie "Do you want to stay an extra day with me because my aunt isn’t coming to pick me up until Saturday."
"Sure that’s fine. What’s happening tonight?" Sadie asked.
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