A Boy With A-Strange-Smell-Kind-Of-Like-Strawberries-But-Less-Sweet And The First Day At The Unnamed University

Here I was at the precipice of my life as a student. After years of failing constantly at every turn and twist as a high-schooler, life at college, at THE Unnamed University was about to begin.

I chose this place specifically because nobody from the ******** high-school that I had attended decided to go to the heavily prestigious Unnamed University. They all went off across the world in order to create cures for the worst of diseases and make billions in rockets or govern countries. But I had a much more humble goal in mind. It wasn't some get-rich-because-my-parents-wanted-me-to-but-also-live-up-to-their-expectations-as-a-son kind of goal. It was the real deal. I wanted to become a photographer. My own father who I felt very inclined to go and visit on the next available weekend, owned about 37 cameras and 89 lenses. It was something very unusual to brag about to people especially at a funeral but he did not care because he owned cameras.

With a camera in my hands I feel like I could achieve anything and at the same time document it for future generation and generations after to see. People began to look at me in weird ways as if they'd already met me before. But I remember up to 800 faces so it's hard to believe that they knew me. Was I wearing pants? Yes. I laughed to myself out loud attracting more attention. Why wouldn't I be? I got up from the bush I was hiding in and packed away my camera with a 150mm lens attachment on it. The glares my way suddenly stopped.

A large bell rang out through the Unnamed University and on the speaker a woman with the voice of a young girl announced what we had all been waiting to hear.

"All new students of the Unnamed University please attend the lecture hall on your left most side unless you are facing the building from the North then please go to the right most side. Or if you are in the Hand Gliding Company please enter above the new observatory. That is all~"

I rushed to the left most side of the building and into the first lecture hall I saw and burst through the doors. After all these years, here on this stage would I make an entrance to remember, to make friends and possibly one or two love interests along the way. The old looking man with a grey beard payed me intense attention as I strutted to an empty seat along a row full of worried looking students that seemed to be years older than me. Only noticing when I sat down that something was terribly wrong. I had left my camera bag in the courtyard by the bush I was hiding in. Embarrassed I burst through the lecture hall doors and rushed back to the bush where I had left my camera bag.

There stood a girl, she was confusingly brown-haired and blonde-haired and it was hard to make out her race like when you try to remember if the gentleman from a popular board-game has a monocle or not. Like a movie, her hair swayed in the wind and she frowned deeply at me gawking with my jaw on the floor.

"Do you need something random guy who..." she sniffed the air and her face lifted with surprise, "who has a-strange-smell-kind-of-like-strawberries-but-less-sweet?"

My heart leapt from my chest but I chased it down and forced it back into the half hollow container behind my ribs. I tried not to stare at her but I couldn't help it. Something deep inside me, an instinct, told me this was a very important moment that I shouldn't let escape from my hands by being myself and not talking to her and stealing my bag back. It could have life changing consequences for a future me that may or may not exist.

"I... ummm... Yes that is mine, the camera bag. And the camera. And the 150mm lens that I wasn't using to spy on who I would try to make friends with since 5 A.M." I closed my eyes and smiled with all my teeth and outstretched my hand hoping to take my bag back. Instead the warm hand of this strangely attractive and mysterious bag thieving woman shook it with incredible force.

"I'm Belle. Like the word for beautiful in French, but my parents named me that because I was born underneath a bell in some random bell-tower in another country." The woman spoke magic and her words entranced me, I was slowly dozing off in her company. "We should probably get to the opening ceremony or we might miss something life changing and important." Her wisdom knew no bounds.

I was dragged along to the second lecture room on the most right side of the building and in there a different set of people my age sat listening to two people talking. They were to be the knew head leaders of the Unnamed University Grand Company, the overseers of the other 235 companies that the Unnamed University hosted. One man in particular stood out. And I mean he really stood on top of a person half naked, flexing his muscles. He was the type of person that hardly studied hard but still got the things he wanted like being the worlds voted most handsome man. But like that could happen to anyone that went here. They should in theory be like me, average and ready to put in the limited, required amount of energy to studying. Belle stood out brilliantly against the crowd as well, her beauty clashing with the man at the front.

"My name is Talante. I will be overseeing the Unnamed University Companies for the foreseeable future. And you sure will be SEEING me forever." He flexed once more then walked out of the hall. As he did he shot me an evil glance, the type that proclaims you are mortal enemies that are fated to be locked into combat for eternity. Belle gestured for me to stop idly standing by the door and to sit somewhere. It was funny how she never gestured to sit in her empty row.

So there I was, at the Unnamed University on my first day with no problems in the world besides the most dazzling woman in the world having my camera bag which contained all my workbook material and camera and 150mm lens as well as a spare pair of pants for the odd occasion where pants go randomly missing. Nothing could go wrong for me here, I had already avoided the one mistake that only fools that smell like strawberries make. Not coming to the first day. The lecture hall peered at me as I manically laughed at the thought.

As the hall was dismissed time seemed to fly by, at least that's what I thought until I noticed an old man, probably not a wizard since he wore janitor clothes fixing the clock on the front of the Unnamed University building. Belle walked by and waved at me to say goodbye. With my head over my heels I waved goodbye back to her and my precious bag that I decided she was better off with. I walked back into my apartment which was conveniently placed next to the Unnamed University. There I saw a flyer half jammed into my door. And by half jammed I mean a scrawny boy was trying to squeeze 15 flyers underneath my door. The boy who now seemed to be my exact age (what a coincidence!) looked at me dead into the eyes.

"So I'm trying to squeeze 15 flyers into this strange-smelling-apartment-kind-of-like-strawberries-but-less-sweet and here appears a young and off-to-a-seemingly-good-start guy with-a-strange-smell-kind-of-like-strawberries-but-less-sweet. What a coincidence. I'm Mak. Nice to meet ya."

My door finally opened after the twelfth attempt when I looked at the boy that had been spouting background words while I fiddled with my keys. I nodded as if I had a care in the world for this random person I had just met. I'd already made a good impression on the people at the Unnamed University and so that is where I would build my perfect photographer student life. I had no need for flyer-squeezing-scrawn-spawns that lurked about my apartment. There would definitely be no further repercussions to this decision. A black cat walked past as I closed the door. What a cute cat I thought.

My eyes beamed bright with excitement for my following five years at the Unnamed University, if they were to be anything like today, I'd truly be living my life.