Last Week on Campus

How should I spend my last seven days?

Chapter 1 by SummerGirl SummerGirl

Chapter 1 - Monday (Introduction)

I've put on some music to drown out the quiet in the apartment. I've always lived alone here, thankfully being saved from roommates, and while I've never minded, I do now. I've known for a while that this would be the last week I'll be here, but I suddenly got hit by the realisation of it when I was packing in my books and sorting out the last piles of laundry to do.

I feel like I have a lot to say, lots to share - things to say I haven't said in all the years I've been here. I have an urge to make new memories. I'm texting with my friends, trying to meet up, but all of them are busy with either moving out themselves or with finishing up the very last courses of the semester, and I likely won't see them until my goodbye party on Sunday.

I'm sad at the prospect of spending my last week at campus relatively alone, while I have more of a party drive than ever before. I check my calender, hoping it suddeny isn't empty, but of course it is. The only things in there are my last shift at the sneaker store later today, where I have worked at for the past couple of years, and of course my goodbye party on Sunday.

For the last time, I get ready for work.

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