"Tricia? Tricia! Hurry up, baby. Today's a big day for all of us." My mum said shrilly.
Her voice echoed so loudly from the living room, and I feared it was going to bring down our storey building. She's the paranoid one, unlike my dad who's out working all the time. I can't help but think he and work were created on the same day. He's barely around. Most times,he'll come, and then,go all again.
...So annoying....
"Oh, Tricia," My dad followed almost immediately." Come on downstairs, Honey. It's past seven already." He announced.
Argh!Why can't those two just stop?It's not like I'm getting married or anything. I sighed, rushing downstairs, my right arm clutching tightly onto my backpack.
"Oh, there you are, sweet pea," My mum said, embracing me warmly.
"Mu-mum. Mum,you're squeezing me"I heaved a deep sigh,trying to wriggle free. "Mum!"
"Oh, you." she chuckled, releasing me. "Mm, you look gorgeous, my baby." She complimented sweetly, eyeing the red jacket I had on my tank top.
...Yeah, yeah. I do get that a lot...
I was one average teen, a bit huge, and had really good, welcoming bosom and a smashing, hot booty to match, which shook rhythmically when I walked. Guess that's the reason why the boys in our neighborhood never failed to steal a glance whenever I walked passed them - One perks of being adorable.
"Thanks ma." I giggled, snatching my box from Josie.
Josie was our house keeper, a pigtailed, Browne eyed girl who seemed a lot quiet than usual. But that still didn't make me like her. She was so gullible. And the fact she and I were the same age made me detest her more - Humph!
"Hope everything's all packed up, my sweet?" My mum's voice came again. "Remember,you don't wanna leave anything behind."she continued, accompanying dad and I to the garage.
"Mmm-hmm,"I replied with a nod.
"Oh, I'm really going to miss you, baby." She sulked, embracing me.
...Bluff!Such drama...
"Ma-" I stopped. "Oh mummy. You know I'm not a baby anymore."I laughed.
"Oh, you. Do take care of yourself, all right? I know you'll make your father and I so proud." She smiled, caressing my cheeks.
"And oh," Dad cut in. "Always remember those advice we've been giving you. They'll sure be of help."
"Sure daddy." I affirmed, giving my lips a slight lick.
"I can't believe my baby's all grown up,"
"Gee," I gave a mutter and turned to face her. "It's just college, mother. I'll be fine."
"I know, baby."
"Yo guys! Wrap it up. We gotta beat traffic, you know." Dad interrupted, getting into the SUV."
"Oh."we both laughed.
"I love you, mum."I said, getting in right next to dad.
"Oh, baby, mama loves you most." She said, bidding us goodbye.
Campbell! Ain't it adobes?! I smiled within, shutting the car door.
"You okay there?"
"Never been better." I replied with doubts. "Dad, do you think the girls over here will be better than ours at Henson?" I asked curiously.
"I don't know baby. Just try fit in, okay?" He said. "I know my little Sunshine's gonna make us proud."
"You really think so, dad? I mean, what if I mess up?"I continued, clasping my box.
"Oh, I know so, baby. I'm sure you will." He spoke with full assurance.
"Oh, thanks,daddy."
"Uh, honey, what about these stuffs you packed in here? Need help moving them ? They're so heavy." He laughed, taking the rest of my luggage out of the trunk.
I faked a frown. "Why do you worry so much, dad?"
"Why shouldn't I? My daughter's entering a new chapter, which I know would be-"
"Yeah, yeah, dad. I know."
"Ha- Goody. Whew! Guess that's the lot. Still need me?"
"Dad!" I yelled, my brows arched at him.
"Come on, baby, you don't have to be like that." He laughed, poking my sides.
I made to laugh, but took it all in, my eyeballs enlarged, sending him a signal he understood.
"Alright. I'm sorry." He gave a funny chuckle, getting into his car. "I love you."
"Love you, too, dad."
Marionette hostel was one gigantic one, and had really long stairs. And if one wasn't careful, he or she could end up lost in the whole no-boys zone.
...Can't believe it actually is...
"Room 344." I muttered, turning the doorknob.
The milky painted room came in sight and I couldn't help but marvel at how convenient it looked. I can't say why I've got a nice feeling about this place - But loved it!
I tossed my bag carelessly on the bed that laid in the middle, giving a slight shrug as I took out my MP-3 player and my phone, a gasp eluding my lips as I remembered I haven't called James yet.
"Damn! He's gonna be mad."
I gave a sharp slide on my phone, dialing his number swiftly. "Shit! He's not answering." I groaned.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" A female voice came.
Oh, good Lord!
"Ah. You must be the new girl Singer talked about. I'm Joan." She said, with a British accent.
"Tricia. Tricia Parker." I said.
"Parker, huh? Any relation to the Brooklyn's."
"Uh....no?"
"Heh! Forgive me, dear. Welcome to Campbell. Be sure to have such an ecstatic stay here. I'm a final year student, by the way. Theater Arts." She said at one stretch.
...Doubt her words ever have commas in them...
I smiled. "Lovely. I'm a newb, which I'm sure you already know." I said, my right hand suspended in the air.
"Oh, right." She giggled. "Newbies are always my favorite." She smiled, throwing a wink at me. "Oops! Almost time." she said, stealing a glance at her watch. "I'll see you later, Roomie."
"As will I."