I stood up with the rest of the class when we were dismissed. I went up to the professor to ask for some helpful tips to complete the designated homework. After getting the desired answers, I left, heading to the library. I went to my usual study section on the top most floor in the corner by the window.
Taking a seat, I looked out at the campus. It was small, but big enough so that I liked it. I was going to be a good nurse, I knew I would be. Taking out my books, I began thumbing to the right page. A small headache began forming in my temples.
I rubbed my hand absently at the spot. It was where I had hit my head in that accident three years ago. The accident that had taken most of my memories with it. I had been in the hospital for several months because I had suffered from a coma, and I had broken my arm. But, with no means of payment and no where to go, a nurse took pity on me and helped me out. The hospital had waved the payment after I filed for Hardship reasons.
I still visited the nurse on occasion; she was the inspiration for me to go into the field that I was going into. I still had to see her and Doctor Greg every once in awhile because of the trauma and the fact that I can't remember much of the past few years, yet I can remember my life from a young age.
I remembered that after my parents died, I had to go live my grandmother, but then she died as well. I was pawned off to my aunt and uncle, but I didn't have many memories of my life with them, though I was starting to get more from that time, like how he abused me.
Sighing, I closed the book and decided to go for a walk. Trying to remember things from my past only further made the headache worse. I didn't really want to deal with that at the moment. Shoving everything into my bag, I headed out of the library, waving to a few people as I went.
Once outside, I relished the sunlight, and I couldn't bring myself to go straight to my dorm. Doctor Greg had helped get me into this college. After filling out so many scholarships, I had gotten most of my tuition paid for. Grants from the government had helped out a lot as well.
The reason I really loved this college was because it was so well rounded. The school had a nursing department, an education department, a music program, and a law department for criminal justice and lawyers and whatnot. I loved taking other classes as well just so that I could learn about other things, too.
For some reason, I didn't particularly like the law part of it all, so I steered clear of that side of campus usually. The music program was where I loved going when I wasn't busy. I had made good friends with the students there, so I could use the piano when I wanted. One of the professors had given me lessons, so I felt I had to keep practicing so that I didn't let him down.
Singing was a great passion of mine, so I like to try and write my own music, though I wasn't very good yet. I usually ended up just going back to doing covers of other songs. But, I didn't mind that so much. I'd get better with time.
I didn't feel like going there yet. I decided I'd go into town and see if I could perform for anyone on one of the street corners. Sometimes, people gave me money for my singing, but what I really enjoyed was seeing the smiles on peoples' faces as they walked by.
As I set up at my usual corner, Izzy, a Jamaican transfer student, happened to be walking by with his guitar in hand. "Hay, Aralyn! Need some members in your band?" he asked with a smile as he just began setting up before waiting for my response. We teamed up a lot of the time, so it was cool.
I grinned at him. "Of course!" As I was getting ready to start, my phone went off signalling a text message from Kyo. I smiled as I read the text:
When are you going to be done? I want to go out with you.
I shook my head and replied: Won't be for awhile, and I only said I'd go to supper some time as friends. Don't get your hopes up.
It didn't take him long to reply. Let's see what you say after a night with me.
I smiled and replied, Keep dreaming.
Kyo was a good guy, and I really considered dating him, but there was something holding me back, something that told me to wait and see how things turned out. Kyo had been my best friend since the moment I stepped through the doors of the college, instantly latching onto me and helping me along the way.
He was a year ahead of me, so he was a junior. What drew him to me, I will never know, though he will tell you it was the horrified look on my face as I entered the classroom when I had no idea where I should sit. I laughed at the memory and began my singing.
I watched the people as they walked by, looking for any familiar faces.
