Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Blog 18: pre-writing for essay 4

It was the sweet smell of October in the year 2008. The leaves had began to fall on the ground and get crushed by the people walking over them making that crisp crackling sound that reminded everyone that the summer was over and the chill was coming back. The wind blew from the parking lot and quickly whirled over the bridge, then slowed down a bit and glided over the small rivers and across the surface of the cool long path that led to the older residence halls. The people would carry the wind in with them as they rushed in to close the door to get into the warmth. However, there was still a little chill that would follow them to their rooms until they brought it into their sleeping place where their friends would be and say, “Woooh it’s cold outside huh?” There, in one of these old hall rooms, was a young lady that commuted and really wanted to see how it was living on campus for her sophomore year of college. Everyone was telling her how it was so much fun and she wanted to see what all the talk was about. There was nothing for her to lose because she couldn’t bare the thought of being at home any longer. She wanted to be free and have her own living space and responsibilities and friends and guy friends. She wanted to live comfortably, the way she wanted. She stayed on campus with someone before but that was on the couch and it was a little bitter because it was in her guy friend’s room and his girlfriend at the time thought that she wanted her man. She had fun but had to deal with the loud arguing that came from the next room. So this time she was going to stay in her girl friend’s room. They had just come in from going out to a club that they had never been. There were four girls total; two sets of two girls and one from each set that met in the middle. When they came back to the school, only three of them came back to the room. They talked about how fun the club was and they looked over the pictures they had taken. It was all so exciting because this was pretty much their first college clubbing experience.
Asia, the girl who owned the room, had a guy that she just started talking to on campus. She went through a bad break up and he became close friends with him and a boyfriend some ways down the line. Her friend that came to visit her had a fun time at the club, but then saw how they were all hugged up and she wanted someone to hang out with beside her girlfriends. She said to Asia’s guy friend, “Do you have someone that can come chill with us over here for me?” He replied quickly, “Oh yeah I do.” Not knowing that he was serious, within five minutes there was a knock on the door. In the doorway stood a light skinned young-man, nicely built with a cute face and whose eyes told all that was on his mind, and at the moment it must have been Haliyma. She had asked for him, and there he was. He came into the room with a soft step and she couldn’t help but laugh because she didn’t think he was serious about inviting this guy over. He came with another friend that was walking behind him when he came in, but all eyes were on him, and no one noticed his friend. He walked in like he knew everybody but was quite nervous because he didn’t. He was confident but small inside. He seemed like he had it all going. You couldn’t tell otherwise until you got past the strong stench of handsome he had on.
They all had a few drinks; Haliyma didn’t have so much because she really didn’t drink that often. They surrounded the table with chairs and their bodies and they opened up more comfortably to each other because of the wine. Haliyma opened up the floor for conversation about how men at the club go for girls that have nice bodies and show it off by wearing belly-shirts and show their breast, but they don’t go for females that go to the club wearing shirts that don’t show anything or pants that aren’t low or tight enough like herself. She goes on to say, “I’m a Christian young lady and I conduct myself accordingly. Guys don’t go for girls like me.” Confident Ryan says, “Well I’m a Christian too and from the time I walked in, I’ve been thinking you’re beautiful.” Haliyma was dark-skinned but everyone could tell that she was blushing. She could only chuckle without showing too many teeth of course and say, “Thank you.” The night went on and they put some music on. Ryan asked the weirdest thing to Haliyma, “Dp you trust me?” After asking him again, thinking he might have said something else she said hesitantly but willingly, “Yeah.” And he took her hands and flipped her body over and caught her on his two legs. She was amazed at how he did that.
Here was this guy she had never seen in her life and now she was thinking about him quite often. Her virgin mind was more full of imagination than those with minds of experience. Whenever she would see him her heart raced faster than she could handle and she could barely look at him. There were some questions she would have, and she would ask them because she had nothing to lose. He would answer truthfully because he had nothing to lose. But there was one question that Haliyma wished she would have paid more attention to the response he gave her. “Why don’t you ever want to chill? I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” “I’m not good for you. You don’t want somebody like me. You’re a good Christian girl and I would be nothing but a bad influence on you.” Of course she didn’t listen. This is what it meant to be a girl.
Sooner than later she started living on campus after getting the exiting call from Residence Life saying they had room for her. She got acquainted with her roommates and was finally in the land of learning.
Ryan and Glen invited Asia and Haliyma over to hang out. But little did Haliyma know that meant to spend the night. They dressed up all cute and put on smell goods that would drag people’s noses with them until the sent faded away. The girls were nervous but tried to hide it. As soon as they got to the room both of the guys’ eyes caught onto their bodies. Glen didn’t care, but Ryan seemed to manage some type of control that would let someone with experience know that he’s done this before. 

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