As it turned out, Hunter’s mom had signed her up for the Freshman Orientation Tour.
And as it turned out, she was late for said tour.
So when she checked in at the front desk, the fat woman behind the counter was a little overdramatic about it. She took Hunter’s bags for her and said that they’d be delivered to her dorm, and hurried her out the door like she was going to miss some big important event. And honestly, Hunter had been a little worried about missing her group too…
But she had arrived fifteen minutes late and they hadn’t even made it out of the cafeteria yet.
“So hiiiii~” said a chunky blonde in a big yellow shirt and white short shorts, “I’m Melissa and I’m gonna be your tour guide today!”
Hunter had been lumped in with a group of girls… maybe about 20 of them. All of them were about her age, predominately white, really WASP-y most of them. She already felt like she didn’t really belong, but being the only one late to a guided tour of the campus and feeling like the poor girl out really didn’t do wonders for her self esteem.
On top of that, Big Bird was going to be their tour guide. Great.
They really shouldn’t let women with thighs that big wear shorts. Her butt looked like a giant marshmallow.
“Now that everyone’s here, we’re gonna start our tour—make sure y’all stay together and if you have any questions, just ask me!”
And so began the awkward shuffling of feet as Freshmen dragged themselves to stay at the sluggish pace of their incessant and inanely chipper tour guide. She did that fake thing that people do where they try to make it seem like you’re going to be friends afterwards… nobody really seemed to buy it.
Hunter had never been the most social girl—it came in the package of her being deeply sarcastic and thinking herself a bit smarter than most girls her age.
Why had her mom done this to her?
There was no way of knowing just how boring this would be…
Hunter did her best to blend in. Shrink into the crowd, avoid eye contact, and pay attention to where she was. But that was a long time to pretend like she actually wanted to be there.
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