Nobody to Somebody

Chapter 2

I admired the campus. The grass was green, although it had some frosted tips because of the cold, which makes it even better. There was a bricked pathway leading to the main hall.

The building I was approaching was huge. It was also beautiful and I appreciate the architecture of this place. I was guessing that the building I'm approaching is the school and the other bigger buildings are the dormitories.

I walked along the pathway made by the grass. There were shrubs and bushes made alongside the grey bricked pathway. The bushes along the sides contained some berries, some of which were blueberries, blackberries but not strawberries. I felt alive, rich even to walk upon this path, the path to success, literally.I saw students walking, some chatting, some giggling, and some studying. I also couldn't wait to make some friends.

When I got there, I pushed the doors open to my future. That was a little dramatic and unnecessary. I saw students walking up and down the stairs. Freshman everywhere at once, looking for assistance. You could easily spot a new college student by their uneasiness or excitement, some maybe looking mischievous, seeing the possibilities of being away from home, or glad that you are finally away from home.

I'm here for one reason, which is the last one. To get away from New York, away from Aunt Serena, away from the bad memories that once haunted me.

Beyond all that chaos, I looked for a desk that had someone who could assist me.

I walked towards the brunette haired lady to ask for some directions. There was no line of students who were waiting to check in which dorm they were staying in.

She was busy with her phone one hand, and the other was tapping the desk impatiently. She had pink fading into white nails.

I walked up to her to get a closer look at her face. She had pale skin, lips that were covered with red lipstick, lightly blushed cheeks. She looked like she was in her early twenties.

"Hello. I'm looking for some assistance." I politely called out.

She looked up, and her face morphed into disgust and confusion. She looked at me like I was some creature that didn't belong here. She looked at me the same way my grandparents did everything we came for Thanksgiving, which is not a good look at all.

"Umm, we don't have food, so you'll have to come back later." She stated, faking sincerity.

"What makes you think I want food?" I asked, looking at her stormy blue eyes.

"Umm..." She trailed off.

"Oh, is it because I'm black?" I asked. I know not to jump to any conclusions, but my dear sister seemed to have ripped that mindset when she acts the way she does.

She looked almost embarrassed or angry even. Why? I've gotten through this many times. People in this world are really racist especially in America. Apparently, color matters to them. Skin type, seriously? Grow up.

"Please excuse me." She abruptly walked away. That was suspicious. All I did was ask her a question.

I leaned on the table and I saw her phone was open. She was receiving a transaction.

I rotated the phone so it could face me. $20 000? Woah, I've never even received a 1000 bucks. Not even 100 dollars. $20000 might not seem like much to other people, but to me, it is like a million dollars. I do not like money at all. It is the root of all corruption and evil. It is an addiction. Once you get some, you will start coming back for more and more. Sadly, in this world, we do need money, some of us more than others.

She came back, and she snatched her phone as if she were hiding something. It is probably something to do with the $20 000.

"What the hell we're you doing with my phone?" She screeched, roughly grabbing my wrist, her nails digging into my skin.