Thread: Starting Over (Kenny N Gamera & AndNich123)

She was sure the ground under her feet was the only secure thing around her. Madison had no idea just confident her stride appeared to be, though she was aware looks could be deceiving. All morning she had been reminding herself there was no need to be nervous. This was her second year there. She knew the campus and most of the professors. Being anxious seemed pointless. It was pointless. Still it drew a smile on her lips to know she could still feel these butterflies despite her sound reasoning. She tried to pull away from the crowd of students all heading towards the same goal. Once they arrived at the campus, they began to branch off towards their separate destinations. Madison was aware of footsteps following hers, but it wasnt anything that drew her attention away. In her mind, she was still going over schedules and routes. Thats what life was at its purest, simplest form. Schedules and routines. Without them, daily life falls apart. As much as we would like to think were creatures who go against the grain, even that in and of itself is almost a schedule. We do the things we do to keep on track with being one who is rebellious. Its something we cant escape from. She shook her head, trying to brush the thoughts away. Clear head Madison. Youre gonna need it for your next class. She rested against the wall, opening up her notebook where she had taped her schedule to the front cover. Her eyes took in the black type reminding her of where she had to be, at what time, for what, and who would be instructing her. This class load is gonna kill me this year. This, plus my job, plus finding a roommate? How am I ever gonna.. Her train of thoughts was derailed as the voice spoke to her. Looking up, she recognized him right away. She smiled closing her notebook. Was it an implement you were using to unleash some pent up rage? Perhaps I remind you of someone, and you were lashing out. Then again sometimes a door is just a door, and a man in a hurry is just a man in a hurry, she teased. Philosophy. Youll forgive me. The class is still on my mind. The quad has a place you can buy some coffee. Follow me. Ill show you. She turned, glancing over to make sure she didnt lose him. The coffee isnt great, but its cheap and on campus. Two things youll grow to love here. Although that bar you were at is where most people go to hang out on the weekends. Its packed. I dont go, but Ive seen them all piling out of there, barely able to walk or talk. Its rather funny actually. Once they passed from the doors at the end of the long hall, the opened area was filled with various students. Some were on benches, seated at tables, and even reclining on the green grass. There was more than one cart set up. That one sells tacos. Over there you have sandwiches, and over there ice cream. Trust me. The sugar rush will come in handy too, and over here we have coffee and bagels. She heads right up to the gentlemen at the cart. Two please, she tells him. He smiles and nods. Creamer and sugar is right here, she gestures. Thanks. Madison hands him a couple of bills. Keep the change. This one, she begins, handing him his cup, is on me as long as you promise next time to try and not hit me with the door.