Essay collection - I Decided Never To Go There Again.

I honestly do not like this compo at all. Reading it back, it's all just so bizarre! I can't believe I wrote stuff like this at one point in my life. I think I probably even liked it back then. I was obviously a bit confused *eyeroll* But oh well, it provides some variety I guess.

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Written 7th April 2007.

      The sign atop the building was big and foreboding, silently shooing you away and the red welcome mat that sat at the doorway tried hard to prove the sign wrong. The doors and windows were tinted, as though daring you to push you face right up against it to see what was going on within.

       At the same time, a feeling of curiosity seemed to forever pull you towards it. What was it, anyhow? An innocent little house or maybe they, whoever they were, were conducting top secret meetings in one of the back rooms…

      “Stop daydreaming. Let’s go in,” the sharp voice of someone beside me abruptly broke my reverie.

 The sign read Alpha Chi Delta, though I had no idea as to what those words meant. In fact, the three storey glass house looked ordinary enough. Friendly, almost. A small piece of paper taped to one of the window panes declared, ‘Sorority Rush Day.’

      “You were imagining again, weren’t you?” inquired Lexi as a rush of cold air stung my cheeks upon the opening of the front doors.

      I nodded reluctantly. I’d had a wild imagination as a little girl, but lately had been encouraged to meet with a therapist. Occasionally, I tended to believe my ludicrous imaginings were as real as eggs were eggs.

      Inside, yellow sprung out everywhere. I realized that each and every girl was blonde, although I could’ve sworn I’d seen a brunette earlier through a chip in the window tint. Turning around for a moment, I saw that there wasn’t even a hole in the tinting. While examining my jet-black hair, one of the many girls stepped up to Lexi and I.

      “Hi!” she exclaimed, exposing a set of teeth so white and so perfectly shaped, they could only be fake.

      “I’m Lexi. This is Sera,” said Lexi, apparently not noticing that every girl in the room was identical.

      The girl, upon closer inspection, had ice blue eyes, mile-long legs and flaxen hair.

      “Unbelievable,” I found myself muttering.

      Turning around, I suddenly noticed that every girl in the room was dressed alike. All smiling. All blue-eyes. All pretty with long legs. This was getting a tiny bit too Stepford Wives for me.

      A shiver raced down my spine. It felt as though the temperate in the sorority house had dropped a considerable number of degrees. I could almost see the icicles forming at the ends of my hair and the mist emitting from the lips of the speakers around me.

      Pulled along by Lexi, I sat down to tea with two Alpha Chi Deltas. I cringed, for the face of the girl holding the teapot was like that of a lady in a magazine, not a blemish, not a spot with smooth lips and not a smudge in her cosmetics. Lexi appeared perfectly comfortable drinking her tea. Was it even tea? Surely tea could never be of that shade.

      I stood up suddenly, knuckles white as they clutched the cup filled with liquid. Releasing, the cup fell, as though in slow motion. It shattered on the tiles and I ran.

      Hallucinations or not, it was obvious I had decided never to go back there again.