I was so productive last night and honestly, I don’t know why? Anyways, this is the prequel the anon inspired me to do. Enjoy! It’s about 2k words, though, so…
There are a lot of people—literally hundreds of college students lifting boxes filled with their stuff—around me. There are two counters made of old wooden desks put together and draped with a plain cloth. The one on the left has a brunette girl waving frantically around it with one hand holding an A3 sign written with a black marker saying “Registration Step One: Come Here First” on it. I guess it means I have to go to that counter first. I feel sorry for her as she wipes off the sweat off her shiny forehead while shouting “REGISTRATION STEP ONE” repeatedly.
I approach the counter while still carrying a box filled with my personal things and dragging a huge neon suitcase my mom insistently bought for me. Honestly, my arms are starting to ache. Letting out a small groan, I stand behind a smelly guy with visible armpit stains on his white university shirt, which makes it more visible. In front of him, there are at least ten versions of Barbie dolls bickering with their phones, making the line moving even slower.
After what feels like an eternity, I arrive at the front of a line. A visibly tired girl with her blonde hair in a ponytail greets me. “Hello and welcome to the University of Brighton! Not affiliated with Brighton, UK. I’m sorry if you got duped by the name. You should’ve known from the mailing address.” She says enthusiastically. I laugh a little. At least this girl has spirit.
“So, what’s your family name?” She asks as she readies herself to scan—for probably the thousandth time today—pages filled with names with some have been crossed out.
“Mellet.” I answer quickly. Seriously, my arms are killing me.
“Okay, Mellet, Mellet…” She repeats to herself as she uses her pen as a guide.
After flipping through a couple of pages, she lets out an “ah” as she finds my name.
“Okay, Mellet. Today is your lucky day as we will live on the same floor!” She lifts up her head from the papers on the counter and looks up to me.
“I guess it is.” I chuckle.
She grins widely. “It’s great that you feel that way! Now, head over to the second counter next to this one and look for Connor. He’s the one with the gray beanie. He’ll be your RA so get acquainted with him!”
“Sure! Thanks, um…” I trail off. I don’t know her name. Well, this is awkward.
“Grace. Grace Helbig. Drama because I have very clear life goals. Here is your orientation package.” She hands me a brown folder with the university logo on it.
“Troye. Troye Mellet. Music therapy because I love music but my parents don’t want me to be a musican.” I reply as I—with a struggle because of my stuff—take the package from her hand. “Thanks, Grace. See you around.” I add before leaving her counter.
“You too!” She calls out to me before she turns her head around to attend the guy who had been waiting behind me.
The second counter is not as crowded as the first one. There are more people, who I assume are all RAs of this dorm, sitting behind it. All are handing out keys and chatting a little with their new responsibilities.
I quickly look for this Connor guy Grace told me about. I hope he’s not going to be too strict of an RA.
Found him! Wedged between a guy who wears his hair in dreadlocks and a petite girl with freckles, there sits Connor, with his gray beanie, handing out room keys while smiling and laughing. Maybe he won’t be so bad. I mean, he does look friendly.