1.1 – New Beginnings

The story format has switched from a narrative tone to a first-person tone, and the sentences in italic means this is what Myettah is thinking. Just wanted to clear that up to avoid confusion.

The beginning is pretty boring since I’m just updating you on day-to-day things, but bear with me. I promise things will get more exciting.

Also, you might want to check out the opening story if you haven’t already. It might help you better understand Myettah’s background and why she feels the way she does.

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I woke up from my nap, feeling even more tired than before. The bed was cold and hard, and the entire house was rather drafty. There was only one working light, and the light bulb decided to give up the fight about two hours ago. I sighed deeply in frustration.

Who am I kidding? I can’t live like this.  It’s bad enough that I’m severely upset…I don’t think I’m in the right emotional state to rough it right now.

I wiped my eyes of any sleep, and I slowly got off of the bed. My neck was stiff from that brick of a pillow.

I sighed. “‘Welcome to Sunset Valley’, Oh yeah. Real welcome….” I thought as I recited Cycl0n’s sarcastic remark in my head. What’s his real name, anyway?

On my jog throughout the neighborhood, I found a dorm for Sunset Valley Academy. I never really thought about college, but since I had nothing better to do, I figured “Why not?”

I’ve decided to major in logic, and I’ll be minoring in music. I would love to get a head start in the Law Enforcement career, but they won’t let me intern there until I pass three logic classes and have a resume’ with at least two days worth of job experience. That’s life, I guess.

I met up with the dorm adviser, and she said that they still had room for me. I was elated, since that would mean I could actually stay in a place with heating, air-conditioning, and fully-functional lights among other things. It’s amazing how many things I took for granted in my past life.

The dorm adviser left me to explore, and I went immediately into the kitchen. They had no stove and no microwave, so it’s pretty much quick meals or barbecue for me. Quick meals happen to be better than no meals, however, so I took what I could get.

I got some jam and bread, and stuffed my face. I wanted to meet some of my dormmates, and I didn’t have much time. It would more than likely be a bad impression for me to show up late to my first class.

I met my fellow dormmates Beau and Molly. They were both very accommodating, and Beau was especially. If I didn’t know better, I would say he was flirting with me. No matter, I have other things to worry about right now. Getting romantically involved was not one of them at the moment. I’m still trying to get over Jason.

I made my way back into Sunset Square to try and find a part-time job. The college tuition was expensive, and I knew that my leftover money wasn’t going to cut it. Plus, I need the job experience.

The local spa took me in as a receptionist. It doesn’t have the best pay in the world, but with some diligence and some budgeting, it will more than likely suffice.

I went to my first logic class, and all those nervous butterflies turned into boredom. The professor was nice; he had a nice coiffed hairstyle, that was riddled with strands of black, grey, and white. To entertain myself, I decided to write a thesis on how the peppery strands and the salty strands coexisted in grey harmony, although society often says they can’t. Yeah, it was stupid, and needless to say I got in trouble for it. But what can I say? I already knew everything he was teaching us. He transferred me to a more advanced class, and hopefully I won’t fall asleep during that one.

“So much for not screwing up your first class.”

By the time I got out of class, my old clothes started to smell. Thankfully, I could take advantage of some of the gym’s facilities without it being illegal. I went ahead and took a shower, and raided one of their dressers. They had so many cute outfits, I just couldn’t choose!

So I took them all. Shh, don’t tell!

I threw on a yellow plaid dress, kicked off my heels, and walked to Old Pier Beach. I always loved the feel of sand on my bare feet, and the wind blowing through my hair felt nice.

I walked along the shore, and  the wet sand stuck to my feet. Just admiring the ripples in the water and the endless stars reminded me of being a kid again.

I felt like an outsider in Sunset Valley, and that’s because I was. I only know four people here, and for some reason, everyone has been giving me strange looks. It’s frustrating sometimes. I felt so alone and cold inside.

But that all changed when I visited the beach that day. Granted, people still stared and no one talked to me (although they did talk about me), but just standing there and observing the never ending sky and the vast ocean, it made me feel at home.

“I really wish Jason were here to see this…”

I was on my way back to the dorm, but I decided to get some fruits off the tree for nutrition in case I get sick of bread and jam. Picking the fruits reminded me of the silly argument Jason and I got into when we were first married. He didn’t want to join me for woohoo. If I hadn’t nagged him into it, he probably would have spent all night gardening and fishing!

“What a silly man. But I will never forget that night…” A smile began to creep onto my face. Memories of our first time came flooding back. My face flushed with red, and I decided that was enough dirty thoughts for now. I packed my fruits, and tried to make it home by 12Am.

It was a long walk home, but it was worth it. I loved every minute that the bright stars shone down on the pathway. Did I mention I’m a night person? This is soothing for me! The wind, the cool asphalt, the lovely flora…I loved the scenery. I could admire it all night. Needless to say, I did not arrive at the dorm at 12 like I hoped.

By the time I made it to my dorm room and changed into my pajamas, the sun was already coming up. I sighed, and kicked off my slippers. Obviously, I wasn’t going to get a lot of sleep. But at least the bed and the pillows aren’t made of bricks!