'Oh, sweetheart. We'll miss you so much.' Lie.
'Yeah, I'll miss you guys too.' Another lie.
It wasn't that Parker didn't love his mother and his, uh, step father. It was just that their relationship had gone to fucking shit after she'd left their father and dragged him along. But that's not the point of the story, we'll get into that later on.
Parker's acceptance into the University of Cambridge was a bit surprising to say the least. In fact, he had never even recalled applying. He suspected that his mother had had something to do with it, but never bothered bringing it up. Since he was in middle school Parker had planned on attending mortuary school and getting his embalmer's license. Sadly, Cambridge didn't include Mortuary Science as a course option. Though Parker decided that he'd make an exception. If he didn't end up passing/thoroughly enjoying whatever course he'd end up taking at Cambridge then he could always just drop out and fulfill his original plans.
Although Parker was leaving, he still hadn't given his course options much thought. He figured he could just select whatever it was that would catch his attention. I mean, he could always change his mind. Parker was one indecisive little fuck.
Another bit that had convinced him to chose Cambridge over Mortuary school was its location..Cambridge. It wasn't that Parker didn't like his hometown of Baltimore, MD. It was just after being stuck in the same place for so fucking long he ached to be somewhere new. Somewhere with more happenings and things to keep him constantly interested.
He'd come to be very nostalgic. He longed for the days before he'd grown up, before his parents had grown apart. All Parker wanted was to return to times that were a bit happier and made him want to get out of bed in the morning. The boy hoped that college would bring him these things was looking for.
But the goodbyes and soul searching of some sort had happened a bit ago. Two weeks to be exact. Classes had already begun and now Parker was all moved into his dorm on campus. He even had a roommate, a petite Chinese boy who went by Charlie; he was pretty friendly. As for his courses he selected Ancient Empires, Literature, History, Shakespeare and Medieval Studies. He decided he might as well take the complete five available courses rather than half-assing it and he was pretty content with his decisions.
Even it only being two weeks into the school year things were a bit difficult. Their professors took no pity on them even in the beginning. Parker barely had a spare moment to breathe. He was buried in homework, he was constantly being invited to shit by the few friends he made [who constantly made fun of his dodgy accent], then he stayed up most nights with his eyes glued to the telly and his thumbs attached to his game controller.
Although he groaned as he dragged himself out of bed in the morning, he had to admit he would be looking forward to the day ahead of him. He kicked off his sheets, swung his thin legs over the side of the bed and pressed his feet against the cool, wood flooring. He shuffled towards the bathroom, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he kicked at nothing. The dark haired boy shivered some when his bare feet made contact with the cold bathroom tile, he made an unsatisfied noise as his reflection came into view; the ends of his hair had curled, said curls were sticking up in spots were they certainly didn't belong, and it looked as though he was getting bags under his eyes. Fucking great. Parker made a disgusted face at his reflected self as he attempted to smooth down the kinky bits of his dark hair.
After getting his hair as straight as he could manage, he hair sprayed it in place, receiving taunts from Charlie in the other room about how flaming he was. 'Fuck you, my hair is beautiful.' Parker shot back, reenterting their sleeping area. Charlie simply snickered in response. But Parker ignored this as he was dressing himself, not wanting to start another, playful, shouting match with the kid.
'See ya', Faggot!' The smaller boy called with a giggle as Parker was on his way out the door and to his first class of the day, Medieval Studies.
This isn't the best, sorry. ;n; It's late and I've been crying over Jalex fan fic all day.
Hi! Thanks for joining Greyscale. I should be posting my intro soon after I get the orthorexia nervosa skeleton, owned by DeadBite.
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