I sat in the Starbucks on my college campus, drinking a Cinnamon Latte, which curiously tasted exactly the same as a normal latte, and stared off into space, thinking about the upcoming holiday, wondering what I was to do.
My parents were away on their seventh honeymoon, or some number higher than five, or less than ten, but nobody cares, really. The soundtrack to the latest craze sweeping the campus rang in my head, from some musical called Next to Nothing, or Normal, or something like that. I wasn’t really interested, since the main character’s vocal range was too high for me to sing. Sounds bad, but it’s me, and that’s probably why a plethora of friends wasn’t crowded around me.
I’m not very well liked at this school, I’ve contemplated transferring a few times, but the pullback of the theatre program was too much to leave, and besides, I have a future to worry about, and nothing I can do to be popular now is going to help me in the long run. All I can do is pretend to like the people I don’t, stay silent, and just enjoy myself when I perform, if I ever get casted in another main stage production.
Not that the other ones are bad, but I hate being not as good as other people at basically anything, unless I don’t feel like putting in the effort. I owe this college scholarship to that little character flaw, and most of my actual progress is done under pressure and fear of humiliation. Really great way to go about life, right?
Enough of this tangent, I was talking about the upcoming holiday. Christmas, I think.
I actually know 100% that it’s Christmas in 16 days, and that I might have to go home to an empty house, and celebrate by myself, maybe with my cat, Smudge.
We'll have a blast.
I belive this school can’t be like Hogwarts, and be able to accommodate students during holidays. The magic spells and free food that appeared out of nowhere would be cool, too.
Maybe I could magically create some friends to put in this Starbucks, or poof up good parents at home.