When the Sea meets the Sun

Today is my first day of college, and to say that I was nervous was to say the least: I made myself sick three times already stressing from it. I had made sure three times that I had everything I needed, and took some antacids too.

Bleg, college was already a drag. My hands feel slick against the hardback books, as I hurry to my first class. I bump into somebody and land on my butt, papers and books go flying. I rub my head and make sure that I’m still together and say as I scramble for my books, “I am soo sorry, I, I just, did- wasn’t looking where I was going.”

I laugh nervously as I piled together my books, “It’s my first day and- I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” He said.

Gods, not did I only run into somebody; it has to be a guy!

I blush bright red as my shaking hands pick up my books, apologising several times over. He grabbed his things smiling at me and I could hardly look the guy in the eye.

Shoot me now.

I stand up and my books and things in my backpack decided that they were going to fall out of my bag. “Darn it!” I shout.

I kneel down to collect my things when the guy turns and helps me collect my things and I reach for my writing notebook. It was a gift from one of my best friends that was green and had a big mustache and reads, “I mustache you a question; Do you know Jesus?” The top and bottom rungs were chewed away, (thanks to my dog), but it is my favorite notebook, where I had my stories written.

But the guy had beat me to it; he picks up my notebook and I completely froze, and my body stiffens, “Would you mind?” I stand up extending my hand. He take a glance at the notebook and then hands it over, “You like to write?”

“Yeah. I say shortly. It’s a slightly unspoken rule that you do not read a writer’s notebook, ESPECIALLY when you don’t have permission, “Excuse me, I have to get to class.”

I brush past the guy, and walk to my class, my mood had change from nervous to annoyed. At least my first class is going to be one I can enjoy. I maybe going for a psychology major/ music major, but I’m minoring in creative writing; as you probably know or if you haven’t figured it out my name is Eliza Rush.

If you don’t know me I am the writer of The First Daughter and The Uprising, and also I Loved a God of War. Does it ring any bells? Well if not you’ll get to know me soon enough. But right now I have a class that I am now late for, even though I planned extra time for anything unexpected. I walked into the class and the entire class turns their head and looks at me. But I’m not moved and I look for the professor, “Sorry I’m late Professor.”

The Professor look down at her clipboard, “Ah, Miss Eliza Rush, a pleasure to meet you, I’m sure that this won’t become a trend.”

“No mam’.” I reply.

I crane my neck to look for a seat and find an empty one in the middlish but was more in the back and I mosie my way through, feeling awkward because my butt was in people’s faces. Either that or I risk tripping into someone, and that’d be worse. But I hide my face with my long hanging dark brown hair, careful not to let it brush the tops of peoples' heads.

I get to a seat and sit down and put down my things and set my up my workspace which was my notetaking book, textbook, and my mechanical pencil.

As I make notations on the top of the page, I hear a voice,“Eliza Rush?”

I raise my head and turn and see a girl with green eyes and long curly black hair.

“Do I know you?” I ask, whispering as the professor starts her lecture.

“It’s me!” She says with a slight smile, “Echo Adler from Percy Jackson Fanfiction!”

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