Juliette - Melissa Amondo (the reading list .txt) 📗

for me.” I kissed the paper and stuck it under my mattress. I grabbed my IPod and put it on my favorite playlist. It was a Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera playlist with a splash of Backstreet Boys and Nsync. This playlist always helped me get through my roughest times. I put my IPod in my ear hopped on the bed and shut my eyes. Tomorrow is going to be a brand new day. Tomorrow is going to be the day I start to work on my goals and get things right. First Impression

 

When I woke up that morning, my roommate wasn’t even there. Where could she possibly be? I checked my cell phone and saw that it was 8:47am. She was probably out all night having fun and just stayed with a friend. Understandable, why would she want to stay in a room with a dorky freshman? She looked like a fun person. Like she has a ton of fun. Just wish she would’ve me a chance to show her that I could be fun to. At least I think I could be fun. She was also very pretty, perfect dark hair with nice blond streaks. Her makeup was flawless; it made her crystal blue eyes pop out. Wonder if we became friends, if she would give me a few pointers about how to do my makeup. Who am I kidding though? She probably was in the housing office demanding for another roommate. Oh well. That’s when I shook my head, signifying my dumping out all those thoughts. Who cares if she isn’t my roommate anymore? Maybe the next person I live with will be a lot nicer and welcoming. She is making me feel uncomfortable; it is only more second day. My life is hard enough. Right then, my stomach growled. I did not feel like eating the granola bars I had in my room. I wanted real food. Some good breakfast. “You must eat right Juliette” I could hear my personal trainer Lindsay telling me. I think I hear that every time my stomach tries to get the best of me.
It’s a good thing that I paid attention during the tour at orientation, and I remembered where the cafeteria was. Ask me where my classes are and I wouldn’t know. I tuned out on those parts. I was only interested in finding out where the dorms and the cafeteria were. That was all the really mattered at that point. I will probably regret that on the first day of classes Monday. But I’m not going to dwell on that now, besides I bet they’ll be a bunch of lost freshmen’s like me. My stomach was not giving up. It just kept on growling. “Okay, okay Mr. Tummy. I’m going to put food in you. Chill out.” I said jumping up off the bed. I couldn’t go with my PJ’s on. People would think I’m a weirdo. So I grabbed my towel and hopped into to the shower.
By the time I was done getting dressed, it was 10:56am. Mr. Tummy was really upset. But I didn’t care. I wanted to make a good first impression. Even though my clothes weren’t that fashionable, I managed to put a great ensemble together. I threw on my long sleeve shirt my mom made for that said cutie, with my favorite pair of ripped jeans, and black flip flops. It was my favorite outfit to wear. I always felt confident when I wore this outfit. I repeated this outfit so many times in high school. I was glad that I would not see those people again. I could wear this outfit here, rock it, and not have to worry about anyone knowing I repeated an outfit. I smiled when I looked at my myself in the mirror. The only thing that killed the outfit was my glasses, with tape holding one of the sides. I really need to save some money to get contacts. I would look a lot better. But besides the contacts, I look great. I put a bunch of moose in my hair, it wasn’t a big frizz ball, and slicked it back into a nice ponytail. I was ready to face my peers. I was ready to feed Mr. Tummy. I grabbed my keys and wallet and headed out the door.

Cafeteria Shame

 

 

As I walked through campus going towards the cafeteria, I started to re-think my outfit. My favorite outfit was not my favorite outfit anymore. The girls were so pretty. The guys were so handsome. Everyone was dressed so nice. Felt like I was in a live movie. Maybe it was my insecurities playing on my mind, but I felt like everyone was staring at me. I began to pick up the pace. The sooner I got to the cafeteria, the sooner I could find somewhere to hide. I finally reached the cafeteria and now I was waiting on a line, waiting to get in. The cafeteria was packed. My nerves started kicking in. Not sure I wanted to eat in here. I had no one to sit with. I would look like a loner. Not how I would want to start my first official day on campus. I saw someone leave with a to go box, maybe I will do the same. I wonder how long I would have to keep getting to go boxes. Really hope I make a friend soon. “Next!” The lady at the cash register shouted at me. I was so spaced in my thoughts, didn’t realize how fast the line moved. I began to walk toward her, but wait, I thought food was free. “Meal plan?” she asked. “Yes” I automatically replied relieved and started to walk away. “Wait wait wait honey. I need your meal plan card.” Then it clicked, right that’s the card I always needed to have with me when I came to the cafeteria. They said this at orientation. “Come on girl. Let’s move this line!” A male voice shouted behind me as I fetched for the card in my wallet. “Geez, its not rocket science.” A female voice then stated and then I heard a few people laugh. My face flush when I finally gave the card to the cashier. She looked at me almost like she could hear my thoughts. I was embarrassed. I quickly took my card away from her and asked for a to go box. I tried to get away from that line as fast as possible. I felt like I was a walking on a runway. So many people were already sitting an eating. It didn’t even look like there were any empty tables available. Good thing I got a to go box. As I walked through I looked around and noticed someone pointing at me. Oh no. It was my roommate. She was sitting with so many people. It looked as if they connected three tables together in order to sit with each other. She was smiling and smirking with some girls in her table. She noticed that I seen her and she shouted, “Hey freshman!” I don’t know why, maybe just instincts, but I smiled and waved. She laughed and then said, “Nice shirt, cutie!” Then her entire table just burst into laughter. My smile faded. I wasn’t that hungry anymore either. But I had to get something quick before I regretted it later. I officially hated my shirt. I wanted to cry. But I was not going to cry. As I stuffed my to go box with pancakes, eggs, sausage, and fruits and felt my eyes burning and rapidly filling with tears. No, no, no Juliette! Hold it back. You’ll be fine. Forcing my to go box shut, I took a deep breath and hurried out of the cafeteria and headed back to my room. I hope I have enough food to last me the whole day because I did not want to come back to the cafeteria at all today. As I got further away from the cafeteria, I slowed my pace and wiped the tears that were running down my cheeks. How did I already make an enemy? My roommate hated me because I was a freshman and because I took the bed by the window. I offered to switch my things, but she just being cruel. Then embarrassing me about my shirt. That sucked. There were some cute guys sitting with her at the table. Feel like my reputation is over. Thinking about calling my parents and attending a different college where I could start completely over. “Hi! Do you have school spirit?” a perky voice says as she passes me a flyer. She was in her cheerleading uniform, and she was very pretty. She gave me the nicest smile. “You should come try out! We have tryouts tonight at 6:30!” Yes! I do want to try out. Maybe I can make some friends here. Don’t want to be locked away in my room all day. “Yes, I will come.” I reply. “Great! We will see you there!” She says as she gives me another smile and begins to walk towards another group of girls to pass out her flyers. I wasn’t that sad anymore. Now I just wanted to get back to my room and practice my moves. I would love to make it in the team and be friends with someone like her. When I got to room, I finished all the food in my box. Man, I was hungry. Then I turned on my playlist on my lap top and started to dance to Nsync dirty pop, and trued to work on my cheer moves.

New Routine

 

I was browsing YouTube videos for cheer moves and following some of the