BLUE
DAY 1
There comes a point in every young woman’s life when she finds herself confidently declaring,
“I don’t need this shit.”
Blue stood planted in the doorway of her room. It had been a slow twenty-four hours, but at 6am, as she surveyed her nation as yet unpacked, she finally came tottering to the afore-mentioned conclusion. In six hours, Wellesley would officially kick her out and there was no way she could fit a third of her room’s finest resources into two mid-sized suitcases and a carry on.
The twenty-three year old took in one last look at her kingdom then turned around and abdicated.
She really didn’t need any of this shit.
BLUE
It was a nickname she’d picked up during International orientation four years ago.
“ Hi, I’m Boatema Larbi-Yeboah”
*nervous giggle*
“Kindly repeat that”
“Hi, I’m Boatema Larbi-Yeboah”
“Bu-aht…I’m sorry could you spell it?-”
“b.o.a.t — “
“Oh! Like boat ! That’s a cool nickname. Could I call you Boat for — ”
“no.”
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