From Me to You

"I always believe that the sky is the beginning of the limit"

–MC Hammer

Elisa POV

The sun gleamed for a new day as it hurriedly chased away the lone dawn with a waft of lethargic lingering around; I made my way to the bathroom. Everything happened in the brisk of time. I couldn't imagine waking up in a different house with different people. The nervousness brewing within me and the uncertainty taunting me, I knew it would be a hell of a day.

Everything felt a mere mirage, I was deeply cuddled in my make shift cocoon refusing anyone to enter. I was scared to embrace the precariousness but I knew I had to brace myself. I knew I had to tear those uncertainties and come out of the cocoon as a beguiling butterfly. I knew I had to extend my hand and pull myself from this variability and welcome this new experience. "I can do it!" I said approaching the marble made basin.

The mirror stood straight and almighty reflecting my ghostly appearance, taking my favorite purple tooth brush and adding a bean sized tooth paste, I vigorously brushed my teeth to perfection. I moved my hand in a circular movement as instructed by the dentist and rubbed each and every corner of my mouth. With a satisfying gargle, I spat the unwanted water in the basin and approached the glister Listerine. I grinned widely examining whether my art of brushing was impeccable or not, after agreeing with my work I held my hair into a high pony tail and washed my face with immense care.

My room was small but it has its own comfy and beauty, with a small bed placed centrally and a small book shelf adjacent to it, it perfectly matched the stereotypical room of a college student. My bed was covered with my favorite minion cover and it had its own pillow cover that had a grinning Kevin on it.

I couldn't stop awing at Kevin and only heaven knows how much I was into him. My closet was neat and organized with the upper deck filled with unwanted card boxes and the respective deck with pants, shirts and etc. I grabbed my favorite white T shirt that had "Love yourself" print and a skinny jean that accentuated my chubby thigh and butt.

Concurring my fashion sense I headed off to the kitchen and for a reminder I was sharing a room with a girl who was from Russia but she was never home so most of the time the house was just left for me. The kitchen was spacious and well equipped with utensils placed in their respective place. The fridge was the apple of this kitchen because it was always filled to brim by the house keeper.

The housekeeper lady was kind and she had that motherly aura surrounded her which made me comfortable and happy. She seemed to be in her late fifties with white hair securely bounded to a bun and a large sweater and skirt adorning her body. She was pretty for her age and I really loved being with her. "The breakfast is ready and hope you enjoy it, " she said.

"Thank you for the hospitality and may I know your name?" I asked her with a smile. "Sorry for being forgetful and yes my name is Susan Smith and you can call me Susan, " she replied me in her loving voice. "I will enjoy the breakfast Susan and I am Elisa Dawson but you can call me Elle "I said. She gave me a warm smile and left.

The peanut butter sand which was ready with a cup of orange juice placed adjacently to it. I took a huge bite and moaned with satisfaction, there was still ten minutes more for the bus to arrive so I decided to think about the things which happened months back.

It was in the mid of December, students were busily flipping through their book and rubbing their hand to retain heat. Everyone was engrossed in their own world of books. It was the last day for our annual examination. It was very cold yet it couldn't envelope the heat of stress brewing inside us. Exam is one thing I love and hate the most. It could help create a person yet can destroy them completely. It made me strong and geared up person but it has always terrified me to death.

Everything went smoothly with no pressure and stress to taunt me further, I was a free flying bird gracefully flipping its new wings towards the sun but unaware of the scorching sun. Until it was end of January, everything became dense. Students rushing in out of internet café and calling their dear ones to inform about their result was one scenario marking that day. I was too scared to see my result.

The air laden with tensity and the smell of saltiness of tears wafting around, it was indeed difficult to focus. I was scared but I had to calm myself with the mantra of "It will be okay!" Slowly the desktop lit with the home page of the web site. My heart throbbed incessantly as it worked harder to pump more blood to maintain my low blood pressure, I could feel my skin drenching in cold sweat.

After wiping away the cold sweat on my grey V neck sweater I carefully typed my roll no. The time crawled slower than the snail and I really wanted to push it further to fasten its speed. Inhale and exhale, I breathe slowly and carefully. After what felt like an eon, the screen brightened with my result presenting the fruit of the seed I had shown a week before. It was intriguing and skittish at the same time but there was also the joy of spring sprouting within me.

Everything was beautiful. Everything will be okay in the end, if it was not okay; it was never the end for me. "Oh my goodness!" I exclaimed as I jumped of the chair and dance round the internet café, everyone was staring at me as if I was a crazy woman but I couldn't care less at that moment.

My result was marked with straight A and it had first distinction written clearly on the position column. The blight within me was too intense that I knew I had to share it to someone. I took out my Samsung phone and called the first person whom I truly loved, "My dad."

"Hello! How was the result?" he said with a concern tone, I faked being sad and lied him about my result. "It's okay darling, I know you did your best and I am proud of it, " he said with care and love evident in his voice. My heart swelled with happiness and gratefulness with his word, he has always supported me in any Endeavour I have under taken and I truly loved them.

Actually they were my pillar and I depended on their strength and love to stand straight in this crude world. "Dad, I was just joking and to your relief I passed the exam, " I said with the voice glazed with excitement. "I knew you were the best and I will inform mom and I know she will be thrilled and exuberant, " he replied. The day passed by with tons of preparation for my new college and it was filled with shopping for my new venture.

Being the only child and never having the experience of being far away from home, it scared me. Without a single experience of doing things by own, I couldn't imagine the next year without my parents.

What scared me the most was the thought of being lost and alone with the new inception. And I knew everything wouldn't be a piece of cake and that I should be prepared for the upcoming battle. A loud horn of the bus brought me back to reality. What happened next was indeed the beginning of everything to me.

"Nothing in the universe can stop you from letting go and starting over"

Guy Finley

Elisa POV

The design of the college building was quite unexpected; it was a four-walled structure with a pentagonal turret at each corner. The entrance to the tower was via a drawbridge – just like you see in old castles. It was literally surrounded by large trees and small bushes. Birds were chirping everywhere and people were swarming like bees. I could smell the moist earth and fresh dew on the leaves.

It was just too beautiful to be true and everything was perfect, the ambience was relaxing. A turquoise-blue manmade stream wounded around the corner of the building. And with babbling and burbling, it sprung over the limestone rocks in its way. Pebbles whisked about in the under wash like pieces of glitter. The stream was the liquid soul of this area and it was glowing.

Chords of soft light speared down from above, bathing its surface in gold. It was glinting with little sparkles, like a thousand diamonds blessed with an inner fire. It was amazing. "Wow!" I gasped imprinting everything in my mind and the phone as I continued to snap tons of pictures.

The scenario presented before me was just alluring that I really had to snap everything. With a click I took the picture and forwarded to my mom who was a huge fan of intricate architecture and with a speed of lightening she replied with me a simile and heart emoticon. Serendipitously my expression resembled to that of the simile as I continued to discover the new wonder.

Alike a lone adventurer in a desert, I was searching for the main academic building aimlessly. I straighten my bag straight and made sure my appearance was good. I slowly walked towards the academic office; the office was filled with new students filling up their joining form. I slowly walked towards the clerk who was immersed in a news paper.

"Excuse me sir, Can you tell me where I would find Mr. James Perkins?" I asked. His eyes hovered around my appearance as he examined me from head to toe. "I know I am pretty so stop checking me out, "I screamed internally but I had to fake smile externally. I felt a bit uncomfortable at his gaze but I stayed silent.

My patience was running thin as I impatiently tapped the floor and on top of it my feet begged me to give him some rest. After his careful examination and internal judgment I was directed to a room that had "Principal" tagged on the door.

Everything went smoothly, I was introduced to other sophomore and moreover I could communicate freely with them and was also orientated about the field which I was pursuing in. After sometime with no close friends around, boredom crept beneath my skin.

The campus was large and students filled each and every corner of the campus. I felt restless and couldn't concentrate as I dragged my lazy bum to my allocated locker. I was busy complaining about how to survive my next three years in this college and I was too unfocused when I crashed onto someone.

"Oh crap!" I cursed in a low voice. "I am so sorry and I didn't mean to stumble over you, " I heard. Restlessness pending within my system and anger circulating my veins I was about to lecture him on being attentive and considering the surrounding when I was still in my Naruto Sage mode until I saw those charming eyes.

The eyes as rich as the earth's soil; stained with the color of hot chocolate on a cold, winter night that wraps around you like a blanket; engulfs you in its warmth and makes you feel at home. Those deep pools of dark-cinnamon swirls seized the depth and heaviness of one thousand untold stories, which imprisoned the sweetness of saccharine chocolate and the bitterness of strong coffee. And they consisted of raw emotion and if you observe closely, they will reveal to you the exact perfectness.

On the other side, his brown-mahogany orbs scintillated with a mischievous glint that could be noticed next to the umber that rimmed his iris. They glowed with humor and playfulness. Nevertheless, his eyes held that curiosity and comfort that welcomed me. And I knew he was one of a kind.

Those deep oases held me captive and refuse to let me free, my hands and legs stood fixated on the door while my eyes gazed deeply into it; I was checking out him thoroughly. " Hey! Are you okay?" he asked me while I was still ogling and appreciating his mother for birthing a Greek beauty and blessing my eyes with this spectacular view. He screamed of intense sexual appeal and he was the epitome of heavenly beauty.

He was wearing that limited edition Calvin Klein jeans with a dark shirt which covered his well toned body. And how I wished to run down my finger through that well developed six packs. His hair styled messily made him dazzling than he already was.

"Excuse me! Are you really okay?" he asked me again with mirth of humor lingering in his expression. I slapped hard at my cheek and mentally scolded myself which brought me back to the reality. He stood shocked at my action and burst into a hearty laugh that filled up the lone hallway. All heads turned towards us as I tried my best to hide my redden cheek.

"I am okay, " I said as I turned away trying to escape the embarrassing situation. I was never an athletic person but in this situation I had to run faster ignoring all the stares directed to me. "Hey wait, " he exclaimed as he reached to grip my wrist. My body stiffed under his touch as electric sparks moved towards my brain making me numb and dumb. Sensing my stiffness he immediately let go of my hand and a sense of longing for his warmth filled my belly.

"I am sorry and I didn't mean to touch you. I just wanted to know your name and I would love to be friends with you, " with firmness evident in his eye he spoke to me.

"Umm... I am Elisa Dawson and a sophomore in this college and I am 20 years old and it's my first time here and I am utterly lost and confused..." I continued to babble when he suddenly stopped me.

"Hey calm down, I won't bite you and Nice to meet you Elisa. I am Jack Xavier and a final year student." he spoke with clear English accent as he stretched his hand for a handshake. I was never a shy person even though I speak less and have some social interaction problem but with him I couldn't stop blushing.

My heart was drumming wildly and my hand pooled with sweat I accepted his warm hand shake. My brain was frozen and I couldn't process anything, I was looking again at him as if he was the only person I wanted to be with and it felt like an illusion but I was sure I saw a cute dimple popping on his right cheek.

"The best thing to hold onto in life is each other."

- Audrey Hepburn

Elisa POV

People say that Math is not about numbers, equations and computation but it's about understanding the logical relation which binds them together. As I sat lifelessly listening Mrs. Grace, I really doubted that wise word. My mind wandered aimlessly to him. That eyes which melts at the slightest bit of the heat from happiness but can also grow hard from the cold harsh reality, it haunted me.

I walked through the hall way towards the locker room. Having stacks of Algebra textbooks in the bag and assignment in my hand, I felt like a high school kid once again. I sensed someone near me and it literally quaked up in my boots as I screamed aloud and ran fast. My nonexistent athletic side was once again alive and hyping up.

It was the most embarrassing thing that happened to me. My not so sophisticated body tumbled down towards the exit gate once again. As I rolled down like a pebble, I failed to see that person. With a loud thud I fell. My assignment colored the courtyard white and my body with black bruise. I indeed cursed myself and as I really put my foot in my mouth. Someone called me and that voice was the least voice I wanted to hear in this situation.

He came near me and held me up. I couldn't judge his reaction to my dramatic fall but I could see those pinkish lip quirking up. We found a bench nearby and sat down. It was bit of awkward conversing with someone whom you started to crush on. I just sat there and smiled like a fool.

We sat there talking about random stuffs like our hobbies and interest. My bum was still in pain but I had to act as if I was perfectly alright. He was a fun guy and was a vivid fan of tennis. "Do you know Maria Sharapova?" he asked me. I was about to answer his question when he interjected my about to answer state. "She is just amazing, her charm, her personality and she is ace on, " he continued showering her with compliments which made my tummy green.

Even though I was still a bit jealous, there was nothing to him that I could dislike about. We shared our thoughts on becoming independent and how one should view oneself. He was indeed wise beyond is 23 of age. Between our conversations he asked me about my interest and without an inch of hesitation I blabbered. "I love reading books and it just makes me come alive and obstruct me from all the negativity surrounding me. And I don't really need to befriend and fake around people." he remained silent absorbing my words.

After much absorption he said, "When life puts you in tough situations, don't say why me, say try me. And always remember that even though books provide you timely solace it won't give you the memories of being alive with people around." Life has always been a marathon to me. I have always kept ignoring things and regarded them as unfit. Never did I realize that I was fooling myself. That word touched the deepest doubt within me and made me doubt my existence.

With that dramatic encounter we became best of friends and I felt really happy. We started to hang out and discover each other. We shared that deep connection which was more than friends but less than being lover.

People say Love is a bridge to something much brighter or something which really brings our inner self out. It has always been that tingling, odd feeling yet beautiful one. It is the oldest feeling in the world yet new to everyone. It is as fragile as tofu and requires relentless dedication and hard work. It is at once our most comforting support and the thing that makes us lose our balance. And that was the thing I felt with him.

Early in the morning, the golden sun shone with its vigor and casted his rays upon my curtains. He peeked through my curtain, disturbing my tranquility. And I swear I felt really grumpy about it. The bright looking milky clouds got up from sleep and dragged his fluffy around the sky. The atmosphere filled with freshly baked croissant and aroma of coffee.

I woke up wrapped in the bed sheets messily and stretched my legs. I hurried up and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I took of my clothes and grabbed my towel and placed it on top of the shower curtain holder. Gently, I stepped into the shower as I twisted the knob to let out the water.

I tested the water with my hand then gently stepped in the shower. The water cascaded down my body and it felt refreshing. I applied my darling lavender scented body soap and turned around so that my black hair could be damped.

I stepped outside the shower and wrapped the cotton white towel around my waist. Once I dried myself, I held my hair into a turban style with the towel. Walking over to my closet I scanned what was inside to see and what I should wear today.

After searching for some time I decided to a blue denim shorts and a sleeveless baby pink crop top and grabbed my black converse. I gently combed through my thick straight hair and put it to a low ponytail.

"Hello! Mom are you there?" I skyped my mom. Net was always slow in Alaska and it had really pissed me off in various occasion. Luckily the internet was good here in England and this was one plus point flying thousand miles from home.

"I am so sorry dear, I was busy with dishes and hope you are doing okay, " my mom replied. "Yes I am doing dope Mrs. Ava Dawson and how is my handsome Mr. Ethan Dawson?" I asked laughingly. "You dear girl is totally screwed when you reach here and yes he is good and working as usual, " my mom replied. After some mild conversation I headed off for the breakfast. With a brief "Hello" and "Good day" with Susan, I was off to a new refreshing day.