the story continued...
"the kiss and tell activity will begin now. Find someone you don’t already know, and tell them something about you. Make this tidbit of info as interesting as possible. Based on their interest, they will rate you with a kiss.” So there I am with Antonio Lorenzo. Before I could think of anything to say, I feel his lips upon mine. The kiss was sweet and sensual. “just finding out your name gave me the urge to kiss you in such a way.” So I go in for the kill. I give him a little nibble and take it slow. I whisper into his ear, “kissing you in such a way is how I felt when I heard your name.” after that hot and heavy activity, it was getting hot, literally. To take a breather, a.l and I stepped onto the balcony where we found the most beautiful setting of stars in the blackened sky. we couldn’t help but return shy smiles and sweet embraces. The party ended with everyone knowing each others names. It was 2am and a.l. walked me to my room. “good night, Catalina. I hope you have the sweetest of dreams,” was his good bye. I responded, “you don’t have to call me ‘catalina.’ cat is my nick name.” his rebuttal, “your name is to beautiful to be butchered into one syllable.” I blushed once again. “good night a.l., thank you for a swell evening.”
And man, were there more swell evenings to come! Although there were 50 of us at the university, we became real good friends. We’d throw parties in the lounge practically every other night. But of course, we had things to learn and projects to do. Because we were all such good friends, work was a breeze. we helped each other out. This way, party time was every time. and as nature had it, a.l. and I became the “it” couple. But, as we all know, living this good is ONLY a fantasy.
I woke up to a bell, unfamiliar to my ears. There was a drill. A fire drill. Nothing became good of drills, even if they were practice ones. Someone always got hurt or was sent to the emergency room. This time, the fire drill was no practice. At 3pm, our coordinator of the program was pronounced dead. Total shock and anxiety invaded the emotions of the students at the university. Even the lady was on crack, she was a damn great mentor. Unfinished business between the university and students was about to take its toll. The next day, our new coordinator comes in. his name is frances Jacque. Just by his name, you could already tell he was a lean, mean, asshole machine.
Sure enough, the first day consisted of reading, essay, and MATH assignments. What the hell does math have to do with art and fashion?! He had these weird ways to check roll. Oh yah, I forget to mention, our curfew was at 9pm. What kind of bullshit was that. We were all grown adults, we should have been able to stay up as long as we wanted. One of the ways he checked roll was to drop a large white ball into the main swimming pool. He called a random name and that person had to retrieve the ball. If the student were absent, the student would be sent home, no excuses. Unfortunately, 20 of the 50 were sent home on the second and third days. That left 30 of us. The 30 of us become tight knit. we couldn’t take not partying, so we all decided to leave campus and head for the clubs. Lucky for us, we became accustomed to the time frances “the shithead” Jacque would call out roll. It was 12 am. out of breathe and out of our minds, we waited in our secret areas near the main swimming pool. 12am hit. 30 minutes passed. We were all dazed and confused until we saw a cop step out of the lounge and near the swimming pool. He started to shed tears like niagra falls. We could hear each others hearts stop instantly.
”ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS, REPORT TO THE LOUNGE IMMEDIATELY.” We rushed to the lounge for God knows what the heck could have happened to our demanding boss. A detective came into the lounge and started, “I am detective Berkley, I’m sorry to inform you that you’re coordinator Frances Jacque was murdered 1145 this evening.” F.j. was an ass, but he didn’t deserve to die. The suspects targeted? Yes, you guessed it. All 30 of us were due into questioning. Half way through the procedure, the detective came back into the room and looked me straight dead in the eyes. “are you Catalina del crea?” the detective questioned. I swallowed hard and answered with a short quick “yes.” “Catalina, you have the right to remain silent….” And that’s all I heard until I blanked out. The detective told me my prints were all over the murder weapon. I started crying hysterically. I now knew how it felt to be convicted of a crime I didn’t even commit. Everyone knew I didn’t do it, but how the hell did my prints get all over the murder weapon?
to be continued..again. sorry, i got writer's block
xoxo
catalina
And man, were there more swell evenings to come! Although there were 50 of us at the university, we became real good friends. We’d throw parties in the lounge practically every other night. But of course, we had things to learn and projects to do. Because we were all such good friends, work was a breeze. we helped each other out. This way, party time was every time. and as nature had it, a.l. and I became the “it” couple. But, as we all know, living this good is ONLY a fantasy.
I woke up to a bell, unfamiliar to my ears. There was a drill. A fire drill. Nothing became good of drills, even if they were practice ones. Someone always got hurt or was sent to the emergency room. This time, the fire drill was no practice. At 3pm, our coordinator of the program was pronounced dead. Total shock and anxiety invaded the emotions of the students at the university. Even the lady was on crack, she was a damn great mentor. Unfinished business between the university and students was about to take its toll. The next day, our new coordinator comes in. his name is frances Jacque. Just by his name, you could already tell he was a lean, mean, asshole machine.
Sure enough, the first day consisted of reading, essay, and MATH assignments. What the hell does math have to do with art and fashion?! He had these weird ways to check roll. Oh yah, I forget to mention, our curfew was at 9pm. What kind of bullshit was that. We were all grown adults, we should have been able to stay up as long as we wanted. One of the ways he checked roll was to drop a large white ball into the main swimming pool. He called a random name and that person had to retrieve the ball. If the student were absent, the student would be sent home, no excuses. Unfortunately, 20 of the 50 were sent home on the second and third days. That left 30 of us. The 30 of us become tight knit. we couldn’t take not partying, so we all decided to leave campus and head for the clubs. Lucky for us, we became accustomed to the time frances “the shithead” Jacque would call out roll. It was 12 am. out of breathe and out of our minds, we waited in our secret areas near the main swimming pool. 12am hit. 30 minutes passed. We were all dazed and confused until we saw a cop step out of the lounge and near the swimming pool. He started to shed tears like niagra falls. We could hear each others hearts stop instantly.
”ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS, REPORT TO THE LOUNGE IMMEDIATELY.” We rushed to the lounge for God knows what the heck could have happened to our demanding boss. A detective came into the lounge and started, “I am detective Berkley, I’m sorry to inform you that you’re coordinator Frances Jacque was murdered 1145 this evening.” F.j. was an ass, but he didn’t deserve to die. The suspects targeted? Yes, you guessed it. All 30 of us were due into questioning. Half way through the procedure, the detective came back into the room and looked me straight dead in the eyes. “are you Catalina del crea?” the detective questioned. I swallowed hard and answered with a short quick “yes.” “Catalina, you have the right to remain silent….” And that’s all I heard until I blanked out. The detective told me my prints were all over the murder weapon. I started crying hysterically. I now knew how it felt to be convicted of a crime I didn’t even commit. Everyone knew I didn’t do it, but how the hell did my prints get all over the murder weapon?
to be continued..again. sorry, i got writer's block
xoxo
catalina