Hey everyone! So remember how I tried to start a new life and everything a while ago? And how it didn’t work out so well? Well guess what? I decided that I’m going to try a new approach! I’m going to start a NEW life… by going back to my OLD life… in a totally different place! Get it?
Anyways, I’m Claire Bennet again; beloved daughter of Noah Bennet. I love saying his name. Noah Noah Noah. I wonder why I never felt as if I could say it before? NOAH!
Back to college life. Even though I’m taking my old name back, I was still looking forward to a little bit of… blending in. So what if I survived an attack from a bisexual serial killer and my ex best friend got her head sawed off. Its happens ALL the time, right? I mean, I got mine lopped off and I’m perfectly functional!
With that out of the way, lets move on to the coolest part about college! New relationships! New faces!
The first person I meet is my totally psycho room mate. I walk in an she’s all “I’m Annie and I have projection chart!”
And I’m trying to be nice and say “That’s very nice for you, Annie. You should keep that kind of thing to yourself though. No one really cares about that stuff,” She then went on to tell me that my bears are stupid! What a brat!
Anyway, later I was sitting in class next to my totally obnoxious roomie, all ready to show her how smart little miss GED really is. When guess what. I felt it. The lasers. The lasers were trained on me, the snipers just waiting to take me out.
I totally forgot that I could heal for a second and had a total freakout. I didn’t think anyone noticed. Well, except for psycho Annie. She asked me what my deal was. I kindly told her that it was none of her business and that she would be far better off dead than knowing what kind of crap I have to go through.
So after the class with the snipers hiding in the rafters, I head off to lunch. That’s where I meet my new BFF for this year.
She’s a little weird and wears kind of drab clothes, but my BFFs have always been kind of below my social status. Those with low self esteem make for the best friends for some reason.
Anyway, Gretchen’s really cool I guess. She agrees that people are totally after me and even gave me the idea that the Google corporation is in on it too. She stares at my chest a lot, but again, I don’t think that’s too weird. I mean, if my supposedly gay bff did it all the time, I don’t see why this girl wouldn’t.
That night as I’m getting ready for my first college party, Annie once again tries to be condescending. “Do you want to go to the party together? I could introduce you to some people since you’re new,”
“Not if they all have projection charts,” I snap back at the little snot.
I think Annie must have had some weird gay cruch on me or something. She was everywhere! At the party she asked if she could play guitar hero with me. I told her that she was hogging the game and that she should let other people try. “Besides. I don’t think I saw mastering Guitar Hero as one of your goals on your projection chart,” I say helpfully. Then she gets this nasty look on her face and shoves the guitar at Gretchen and stomps off. Whatevs, right?
I’m really glad the last things I said to Annie were helpful and kind… because when I walk into our room that night… I find her lying dead out the window. I KNOW someone killed her. I don’t care what my jump push fall test said.
Annie had no reason to kill herself. I mean, I don’t think anyone was mean to her or anything. She was totally peppy! Not as peppy as me, but she was too happy to kill herself. Though, rooming with me and all of the people after me, I guess its best that she died now than later on. Poor stupid Annie.
Anywho, I’m off. Gretchen wanted to compare panties or something. Must be a college thing. Later!!
BTW: Just got a twitter! Add me, K? http://twitter.com/clairebennet09
Comparing panties is a security risk! I can't let you–okay, you're right. I'll back off.
My little girl is growing up.
Points for Daddy! I'll call you tonight!
Good luck Claire. I remember college and although no one died while I was there, lots of other weird stuff happened.
Did you just call me weird, Tarot?
Not you, Claude, but it wasn't run of the mill stuff that brought you up there, was it?
We should totally go to Victoria's Secret and model the lingerie for each other, Claire. I bet you'd look killer in lace.
Totally a college thing. So is, like, making out, apparently. Wait, did I say that? Ignore me.
Well, my supercuteuncle Peter did give me some back lace for my birthday last year… I guess we can give it a try if its a normal college ritual.
Darling, MY panties are much nicer than yours. As your dear father will attest to.