I walk into this bright, lively, atmosphere. I sit on the bright blue couch, while dropping my checkered blue, black and teal backpack to the floor. The room is filled with people. The black television, hanging on the wall roars with the laughter at Tosh.O’s audience at the Tosh’s nonsense. The words, “be free”, lunge out of the art hanging on the all opposite of the door. Emily seems excited with her phone as she lays propped up on the couch next to me. Everyone seems so happy all, but one. She sat, leaned against the wall as her head drooped toward her lap, only rising her head slightly ever so often in the direction of the TV.
Star, medium tall in height, walks in, cheeks pushed as far back toward his ears as seemingly possible. As his eyes met her slumped physic, the intensity of his smile lessened. Her head rose further, the closer star got to her. I had never seen her before. I tried, and tried to place a face but I couldn’t. The room began to fill with voices, some coupled, some lonesome. The room then fell to an awkward silence; no one any longer rapidly moved or spoke. But just as fast as the silence had fell, it was broken. My eyes began to hit each of the low rounded, cushioned seats set across the room. They were either, light blue, yellow, green, etc. People were siting around, talking, walking, eating, doing homework, day dreaming, even sleeping.
The room smells different in every direction. I turn left and smell subway, while on the right, the smell of Panda Express makes my taste buds yearn. After a while my nose begins to burn, feeling overworked.
“Rock, Paper, scissors”, as I, paper, triumphs over rock, gain the TV remote. As I grip the black rectangular box, with squishy gray squares with letters and numbers printed on them, I began to wonder what to watch. I immediately think, Spongebob, and click the numbers 4 and 5. The room became silences as Spongebob began to laugh. I can’t help but feel my lips begin to curl. Everyone’s eyes have focused on Spongebob and Patrick’s stupidity, leaving behind their conversations and distractions for now; at least those who aren't already passed out sleeping. Their low snores are more easily heard now.
A rainbow didn't throw up on the walls, it just left a few things behind. This isn't just where you come to sit and pass by time between classes, it can be a second home. This is where you can go to find an ear that’s always willing to listen, meet new people, and feel free. Hey, there’s that girl again, she’s smiling. I wouldn't have ever noticed her twinkling green eyes, if she hadn't been lent an ear.
The room begins to clear out, leaving only a couple people spread out across the room. The time is now 3:20pm. It’s quiet for a only a while, but hey it’s the Pride Center.
The room smells different in every direction. I turn left and smell subway, while on the right, the smell of Panda Express makes my taste buds yearn. After a while my nose begins to burn, feeling overworked.
“Rock, Paper, scissors”, as I, paper, triumphs over rock, gain the TV remote. As I grip the black rectangular box, with squishy gray squares with letters and numbers printed on them, I began to wonder what to watch. I immediately think, Spongebob, and click the numbers 4 and 5. The room became silences as Spongebob began to laugh. I can’t help but feel my lips begin to curl. Everyone’s eyes have focused on Spongebob and Patrick’s stupidity, leaving behind their conversations and distractions for now; at least those who aren't already passed out sleeping. Their low snores are more easily heard now.
A rainbow didn't throw up on the walls, it just left a few things behind. This isn't just where you come to sit and pass by time between classes, it can be a second home. This is where you can go to find an ear that’s always willing to listen, meet new people, and feel free. Hey, there’s that girl again, she’s smiling. I wouldn't have ever noticed her twinkling green eyes, if she hadn't been lent an ear.
The room begins to clear out, leaving only a couple people spread out across the room. The time is now 3:20pm. It’s quiet for a only a while, but hey it’s the Pride Center.
By Anna Zane a currently a student at California State University, Northridge. I enjoy writing, singing and socializing.