Why Don't I Know You (Chapter One)

It started out like any other Wednesday. I woke up to the sunlight streaming through my window, the silence of the night broken by the rush of cars. I’m surprisingly awake this morning, compared to the usual hour it takes to actually become productive. My phone goes off reminding me like every other morning to take my pills. Everything thing seems so normal, if only I knew that this day would change my life forever.
By the time the clock strikes twelve I am showered and ready for my day. For me this consists of going to class, seeing my friends, and coming home for dinner. You see, I am your average college student. I drink more than I should, study less than expected of me, and spend less time home than my parents would like. Being your average “teenage” socialite I am decent looking. I have a thin long frame and stand about five eight. However for my size I am quite voluptuous in the chest area, which forever amuses and baffles all my peers. I find myself to look quite boring. My long hair is a boring brown that turns golden in the summers, my skin tans easily thanks to my Indian and German heritage, my teeth are straight thanks to five horribly long years of braces, and my eyes can’t seem to decide what color they are because they consist of an inner ring of brown, and outer ring of green, and little splashes of blue. Oh! I almost forgot one of the most important things! My name is Aralyn Levotski. Friends call me Al.  I am one of those quirky people who tend to speak their own language, and thankfully I have a large handful of friends that actually understand me when I talk.
I call beautiful yet dull western New York my home. Here is where one can walk down Main Street and know most of the people that are there. The winters are usually cold and unforgiving and the summers tend to have more rainy days than hot and muggy ones. But when the leaves turn in the fall there isn’t a prettier site to be seen. However it is not fall, thankfully it is the end of spring and almost the beginning of summer. Where all there is to worry about is tan lines and what to wear to the local parties that everyone from all the neighboring towns throw. Of course I have to finish the semester first!
At promptly twelve thirty I get into my very dirty 2001 Alero that is customized with blue pinstripes and bumper stickers of my favorite quotes. It’s a quick twenty minute drive over to Alfred State College where I take my classes. While pulling out of my driveway a large black crow almost hits my windshield and causes me to slam on my brakes. Now I am not a very superstitious person, I mean I believe in ghosts and demons, but the one thing that always scares me is crows. There is never anything good that comes from a crow flying in front of you. Ever.  After a good minute of calming down my heart beat I cranked my radio and headed over the hill for class.
I love school, don’t get me wrong, but there are just those teachers that are so good at making their students want to take a good long “snoozerton” (as I would say). Of course the teacher that I get stuck with is the king of boring. Professor Brown is a one of those men that have aged well, yet other than his looks he has absolutely nothing going for him. He could perhaps be the smartest man I know, however he doesn’t really know how to communicate information in a way that would hook the attention of about the hundred or so young adults who have elected to take his course. Brownie, as us intellectual students call him, teaches the ever so fun topic of world history. Not his smartest choice. He never asks questions, never gives homework, and only gives a test every couple of weeks. He never even takes attendance. Maybe if I had the motivation to skip class everything would be different. I wouldn’t have been on that road, and everything would be okay.