Whispering came from down stairs, while I packed text books into my black satchel. My parents were probably arguing about something and I was almost certain that it had something to do with me. Sighing, I slung my satchel over my shoulder, before walking down stairs to greet my parents and stop their arguing.
Before I made it to the kitchen where my parents were, the whispering stopped and my father stepped out with a pleading look in his ice blue eyes.
"Raelyn, are you sure you don't want to take a gap year and try getting into a university in one of the big cities for next year?" he asked.
I looked at my father, his black hair was beginning to thin and grow grey and his beard looked like salt and pepper. He had few wrinkles even though he was in his forties and he tried to keep himself in shape, though I couldn't imagine why. I sighed and nodded at my father.
"I don't like cities," I said, "and I'm more than happy going to the university here."
My father sighed, realising that I was going to be stubborn about my decision and that there was no way he could convince me to change my mind.
"I told you," my mother called from the kitchen suddenly.
This only caused my father to sigh more and me to laugh. Telling my father that I didn't want to be late for my first day of university, I turned and walked towards the front door, throwing a wave over my shoulder as I did so. I was stopped before I could open the door by the mewing of a light ginger kitten, which proceeded to purr and rub up against my legs, causing me to sigh before smiling fondly at him.
"Sorry, Spice," I said, stepping over him while opening the large mahogany front door, "but I gotta go now, see you later."
Once outside I turned around to close the door and heard a boyish voice in my mind say, have a good day. I smiled down at Spice and thought, I will, before closing the front door. Glad that my house was only a twenty minute walk from the university campus, I started down the short gravel road leading from the front steps of my house.
When I arrived at the university, I was almost bursting with excitement. I was finally going to meet my lecturers and the other students starting their first year in Bachelor of Arts, perhaps I'd even manage to befriend some of them on the first day. Here's to hoping, I thought, sobering up a bit, but still quite excited. The area leading up to the front entrance of the university building, I suppose it could be called a courtyard, was covered in red stone tiles with black stone tiles making a huge diamond shape in the centre, in the middle of that was a bronze statue of an elderly gentleman wearing a suit on a stone pedestal and growing within cement rings at each corner of the black stone diamond were trees. Large stone stairs led up to the large wooden double doors of the entrance and white round columns line the short walk from the stairs to the doors to hold up the canopy roof. On either side of the stairs, on short stone pedestals were stone statues of lions sitting with one of their paws up. The roof of the two storey building was tiled with silver blue slate and the walls of the building were painted pure white. Must be difficult to keep those walls clean, I thought.
My excitement grew until I thought I would burst at the seams while I wandered towards the entrance of the building and through the crowd of students, trying my best not to bump into any of them. Suddenly, my excitement disappeared to be replaced by the uneasy feeling of being watched. I began looking around while still walking forward, which wasn't the brightest idea since I soon walked straight into someone. I stumbled back to see a young man with short jet black hair give a heavy sigh while looking at the ground, before he looked up at me with almost yellow amber eyes. I almost gasped when I saw his eyes. He was about a head taller than me and seeing as I was 5'8" that put him at 6ft at least.
"Sorry," I muttered.
His eyes narrowed, "You should watch where you're going."
The way he said that rubbed me the wrong way. Talk about rude, I thought.
"You could've moved out of the way," I said coolly.
The young man rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath that could have only been an insult. I clenched my teeth; I had the sudden urge to slap him, and hard at that.
"What an ass," I mumbled just loud enough for him to hear.
I pushed past him before he could respond and made my way to the entrance of the university building. I decided that I wasn't going to let some rude jerk ruin my day as I walked up the stairs.
I was walking through the courtyard, towards the tall metal gate and fence that marked the border of the university campus. I had stayed behind later than the other students to ask the lecturer questions, I think my curiosity annoyed him a bit, however. I was humming to myself cheerfully as I walked when a sudden chill ran down my spine like an icy finger, causing me to stop dead. I looked around and spotted a man wearing a black leather jacket, a black shirt and pale blue jeans that were tucked into black combat boots standing across the courtyard to the left of me. His lips parted into a sadistic grin and every instinct in my body screamed for me to run, but my legs wouldn't move. My heart beat so hard against my chest that I thought it would pop out as he began walking towards me.
I felt a hand touch my shoulder and I quickly turned to see who it was, my hand quickly covering my mouth to prevent the scream that threatened to rip through my throat as I was certain this was it for me. My hand dropped and I sighed in relief when I saw that it was just the jerk from this morning.
"Oh, it's just you," I said, drawing in a shaky breath.
"I have a name, it's Nikolai." He said then looked me over, "Are you okay? You look like you're about to fall over."
"I'm fine," I mumbled, trying to keep my voice steady.
I looked in the direction I had seen the man, when I didn't see him, I looked around for any sign of him, but he was gone. However, the cold feeling of fear and unease remained; in fact, it felt as though it had grown stronger.