Written on the Ice [LCU On the Ice Book#1]

𝑬𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏☼

I can't believe summer is over already! I spent most of it preparing for my very first year at Lincoln Crest University. I got all the books on my list, bought things for my room, stationaries, new clothes, everything I need. My mom and I went to tour the campus in July and I also got a virtual tour of the dorm and hall I'll be staying at. But, today, I'm actually moving in!

"Are you sure that's everything Em?", my mom questioned with her hands crossed over each other at her chest, concern painted across her features. My mom is slightly shorter than I am—around 5'2. Her medium length, brown hair was draped up into a high bun. She stared at me longingly, awaiting my answer.

"Yes, mom. I'm pretty sure we boxed everything yesterday". I placed my hand on her shoulder and tilted my head to the side giving her a reassuring smile. Being the only child of my parents, they tend to be a little over protective. There were many things they were particular about me indulging in. Like when I wanted to get my first tattoo ,for my eighteenth birthday, on one of my fingers—the crescent moon on my left middle finger—my mom went crazy and my dad believed I was influenced by bad company. I told them the tattoos were a form expressing myself and they all had meanings behind them.

 I also told them I wouldn't get anything too big since that's not really my style, and its true. Eventually, three months of convincing, and they gave in. Since then, I've gotten a butterfly on my right middle finger, a couple stars and a few hearts—one for my mom, another for my grandma— as well as an infinity sign between my ring finger and middle finger, and a celestial sun on my pinkie. The most daring tattoo I have, is the one on my lower back—currently the only tattoo not on my hands—. It says 'unforgettable', and to be honest, I was feeling a bit rebellious when I got it. It's almost been three full weeks since I got it and my parent's don't know about it. I plan on telling them after I'm through with my first year.

 While growing up, my parents made sure to monitor who I spent my time with, where I was throughout the day and didn't allow me to go to parties and sleepovers. Some would refer to it as being sheltered my whole life, but I really appreciate all they've done for me. I don't mind them being slight helicopter parents, even though my mom takes it a bit far sometimes. My dad is pretty chill though, and he always knows what to say to reassure mom.

Plus, my mom is like my bestfriend. I tell my mom everything that happens in my life—well, except the things I know she'll overreact about, like the 'unforgettable' tattoo. 

Though I appreciate my parents a lot, I can't wait to move on campus and actually experience life on my own. Hopefully my roommate and I get along—I'll be meeting her tomorrow morning. I honestly couldn't be more excited! Everything is right here, laid out in front of me, my entire future, right here. My dream university, majoring in architecture, an ice rink to spend time at, a good sized dorm—and a hopefully good roommate. It's going to be great!

"Okay sweetheart", my mom smiled, "just make sure to drive safely. And give us a call when you settle in will you? I'm so sorry we can't be their to help you unpack darling." And just like that, she has that look of concern and worry plastered on her face again. My mom has big, almond shaped, brown eyes that make all the emotions she's feeling more evident.

"It's no worries mom." The boxes are packed with clutter items and some bed covers with matching pillow cases. It really won't be a struggle to carry them up, especially since I can use the elevator. The most tiring part will probably be the trips back and forth from the dorm to the car. "I'm sure I'll manage, and I'll call you as soon as I'm settled", I reassure her once more, "there really is nothing to worry about."