“Yeah, see you around,” I said.

I watched him trot down the hall before I closed the door and returned to my desk. I laid the flyer down and stared at it.

Don’t start your new school year off with a thud…start it off with ROCK!

The beginning of school only comes once a year so let’s make it a great one!

The Banger Boys are performing, one night only, to begin this school year right.

FREE BOOZE to anyone and everyone! Come get a drink and bust a move!


August 31 at 9 p.m. on the great lawn. Be there or forever be known as a loser!


Don’t be square…rock out!

The flier was kind of lame. Whatever printer it was printed off of was running out of ink and the colors were dull and faded. I could barely make out the words and the paper itself was crumpled.

“Like I would be caught dead at some rock concert. Yeah, right.”

Crumpling up the paper, I tossed it into the trash and then climbed up on my bed. If that made me a square then I was okay with that. I wasn’t going to conform into someone I wasn’t just to ‘fit in’. Fitting in wasn’t going to get me anywhere in life.

With a sigh, I grabbed a book from my make-shift bookcase, pulled a blanket on top of me and began to read. Or at least I tried to read.

My mind kept going back to the flier and the guy who gave it to me. He was cute, I would admit that much. His eyes were to die for and his smile was infectious. But it didn’t matter; good girls never get guys like that. Good girls got the good boys with the pocket protectors and the degrees in accounting, psychology, or some other kind of typical major. Even though that should be what girls want, it’s hard not to be somewhat interested in the sexy bear drinker.

Against my own better judgment, I climbed out of bed, grabbed the flier out of the trash, and worked on smoothing it out. Reading the flier for a second time didn’t change the lame writing or pathetic attempt at clip art. Still, I folded the paper in half, and then quarters, until it was small enough to fit into my palm. Then I slipped the paper into the pocket of my notebook, out of sight but definitely not out of mind.

Now that I was up, I took the time to log into my computer and get on Facebook. I wasn’t the only one of my friends to go away for college. My group of friends were scattered across the country, none of them wanting to stay in the small town that we grew up in.

After Facebook finished loaded, I was greeted with a page full of pictures. My friends were already off making new friends, experiencing new things. They had pictures with boys, on boats, and dancing at some club. My friends were living their lives, shedding their own goody-goody images. I, on the other hand, was clutching to my image with as much strength as I could.

But why?

 Beginning to feel sad that I wasn’t having as many experiences as my friends were, I closed Facebook and stared at my wall. It was not even ten o’clock and I was going to get into bed to go to sleep. There were parties going on all around campus but I kept myself in the room. How pathetic was that?

I was a loser in high school and I was going to be a loser in college too. I was going to go day by day, watching life pass me by, and I wasn’t going to care one bit. But aside from good grades, what was I going to be bringing with myself out of college? A degree, a possible future? That’s fine and dandy but what about everything else? What kind of stories, memories, would I have? Getting that ‘A’ in class or staying up late finishing the award winning paper? What about the rest of life?

My stomach twisted as I watched my future flash before my eyes. I was old and wrinkled, sitting in a rocking chair and reading with thick, coke-bottle glasses on my face. My husband would be sitting next to me, his glasses matching my own. We would sit there silently, neither of us trying to have any type of conversation. The silence wouldn’t be new; the two of us would have the type of marriage we would have; a marriage of convenience. We would have children who we never saw and my mind would be wrapped around the “what if’s” and harboring on the experiences I never had. The thought made me… Sick.

That night, as I sat alone in my dorm room, was the first night that I actually questioned my good girl status. Although I didn’t know it at the time, but that night was the night that I decided, subconsciously, that I didn’t want to be a good girl anymore.

Chapter Two

“So, like, this guy comes up to me and he’s, like, ‘hey you can be a model, have you ever thought of it?’ and I told him that I wanted to be a model,” Sabrina said to another girl from our dorm, Elizabeth. “Then he gave me his card!”

They squealed and I rolled my eyes, pressing my head phones harder against my ears. No matter how loud I turned on the music or how thick my head phones were, I could still hear the shrieks coming from the other side of the small room. Their voices sounded like nails on a chalk board and our small dorm room was beginning to feel a little too crowded for my liking.

“You are so lucky!” Elizabeth said. “What I wouldn’t give to get a real modeling agent’s number!”

“I know!” Sabrina agreed. “I’m at college for only four days and already it’s becoming the best time of my life!”

I wanted to lunge across the room and wring my roommate’s neck. Usually I wasn’t a violent person. I actually tried to be as calm and as patient as I could most times. But today… Today I had to dig my nails into the palms of my hands to keep from screaming.

Was there any way to move into a different dorm room. Maybe a singular dorm room? I should have listened to my mom and stayed home for college. What was I thinking? It’s hard to not second guess decisions sometimes.

Really hard.

“So are you going to the rock concert this weekend?” Elizabeth asked Sabrina.

I discreetly turned down the volume of my iPod to hear Sabrina’s answer. If she said yes, then I would have the whole room to myself again. But if not…well then I wouldn’t be starting off college a very happy person.

“Obviously,” Sabrina replied. “Who isn’t going to the concert? Well except maybe my lame roommate.”

Sabrina raised her voice when she said ‘lame roommate’, obviously hoping that I would hear her. This had been going on for the past few days.  I wasn’t going to let her get to me. She would not determine my self-worth.

“Hey lame-o,” Sabrina called out. “Hello?”

I could hear Sabrina but I chose to ignore her, keeping my nose deep in my book. Suddenly a pillow hit me square in the face. Was she fucking serious? What were we, children? Though rage was boiling inside of me, I took my headphones off with steady hands and turned to the two girls opposite of me.

“What is it Sabrina?” I asked.

“Why are you so lame?” she asked.

“Because I’m not a tool. I don’t like to fit in because it’s the supposedly ‘cool’ thing to do.”

Unlike you.

Even as I was saying those words, they began to feel like a lie.

“But that’s so… Weird,” Sabrina said. “Why did you dorm here if you’re going to be a hermit? The whole point of living in a dorm is to get out of who you used to be and become someone completely different!”

I paused, taking Sabrina’s words in. The girl who collected My Little Pony dolls was telling me to fit in? To have the ‘whole college experience’ and not to be a ‘hermit’? Part of me wanted to yell at her, tell her that she knew nothing about me.

Another part of me, a bigger part of me, wondered what it would be like to invent a whole new person. To shed the good girl image I carved so lovingly in the past and embrace another side of me. I went day by day being a good girl and questioning nothing. But now, miles away from my house, my good girl image was becoming suffocating. Good girls got good grades but I wasn’t having fun.

“So, let’s say that I didn’t want to be a hermit and I wanted to be someone different. How would I go about doing that?”

Sabrina and Elizabeth looked at me, surprise written all over their faces.

“But you like being the goody two shoes,” Sabrina said. “You said so yourself.”

“I can change my mind, can’t I?” I asked.

Neither girl said a word, they just stared at me, and I sighed.

“Listen I’m a good girl because that’s all I know... I never thought about being anyone different. I never wanted to be anyone different. But that was in high school and I’m not in high school anymore. I chose a college far away from my home so that my status wouldn’t follow me only to realize I brought it along with its own luggage.”

They continued to stare.

“So…”

I swallowed…gulped really. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do.

“So I don’t want to be this way. I don’t want to go through college with no real adventure or experience. I want to have stories when I graduate, not just good grades.”

Sabrina looked at Elizabeth and I was sure that she was going to turn to me and throw some nasty comment my way. To my surprise, though, she didn’t. Instead, Sabrina crossed the room and flopped on the bed, throwing her arm around me.

“I can help you,” Sabrina said. “Isn’t that what roommates are supposed to do?  And anyway, all I wanted this whole time is to be friends with you.”

Yeah right.

“You have a funny way of showing it,” I said and Sabrina took the comment as a joke.

“Yeah well I’m a bitch, what do you want from me?” she said.

She pointed at Elizabeth.

“How about going out with us this weekend?”

“This weekend?” I repeated.

“Yeah… The concert.”

Sabrina wiggled her eyes suggestively and my heart constricted. What did I get myself into?

“It’s the perfect way to get out of your shell. Everyone is going to be at this concert, you know that. So if you go to the concert with your brand new image no one will ever know that you were once a goody two shoes.”

“Umm…”

“Come on. Just try to have fun for one night. Please?”

“I guess,” I said, but wasn’t so sure.

Did I really trust Sabrina to help me? What if she used my problem for her own gain and made me look like a blubbering idiot after all?

“Don’t worry, I know exactly where to start. Do you trust me?” Sabrina asked, grinning.

No.

“Sure,” I said and pasted a smile on my face.

Sabrina started talking about my make-up, hair, and clothes. She was naming so many things that I had trouble keeping up. This wasn’t extreme makeover.  I was just going to a party. Finally I tuned Sabrina out, realizing that she wasn’t talking to me as much as talking to herself, and let my mind wander.

What would my parents say if they found out that I was changing? What would they think if they found out that I was going to concerts and partying it up? They would drive here immediately and drag me back home by my hair. In the blink of an eye I would be enrolled in the first all-girls college that my mother could find. Neither of my parents would believe the ‘it’s all part of the college experience’ story.

What would I tell them if they asked me why I wanted to do it? How could I explain to my parents that I hated being the good girl and I wanted to experience life? I wanted to meet people and have fun. They wouldn’t understand that because neither of my parents tried to have fun. They were okay with sitting at home any night of the week, doing nothing but watching reruns of Wheel of Fortune and Golden Girls.

Would I tell them that, for once, I wanted to fit in? I wanted to be going with the crowd instead of against it. How did I expect them to understand it when I didn’t even understand it myself? It was ludicrous!

I should tell Sabrina that I had a change of heart. I’ll just tell her that image really isn’t me and I wouldn’t feel comfortable with it. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about what my parents would think. At least I won’t disappoint them. I could just not tell them but parents find out everything somehow.

 “Lily, are you listening?” Sabrina asked suddenly.

Her voice snapped me back to the present and I stared at my roommate. The words were at the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t utter them. Deep down I knew I needed to at least try going out and it didn’t matter what it would do to my parents. I couldn’t worry about them. It had to be one or the other and this time I decided that it was going to be me.