CHAPTER 1: FIRST IMPRESSIONS

Calgary, Alberta, Canada

"Well, this is it," Helen Hart said as she hugged her youngest daughter.

"Don't worry, mom," Alexandra Emanuelle "Sandy" Hart assured her as she hugged her mother, "New Jersey's just a plane ride away. And with the Bret and Owen always touring, I'm sure they will be knocking on my dorm room door anytime soon."

"Don't be afraid to fight back, if a guy hits on you" Sandy's dad Stu said as he hugged her, "Don't forget all the moves I taught you."

Sandy smiled as her older brother Owen called out, "Let's go kiddo. You'll miss your flight."

Sandy got her bags as she followed her brother out the door. She climbed at the backseat of her brother Bret's car. Owen followed and rode at the passenger's seat.

"I really don't see why you have to go all the way to New Jersey for college," Bret said as he drove out of the driveway.

"Because she's intelligent, that's why. She's the first Hart to receive a scholarship in an Ivy," Owen said.

"Come on, you guys, you know very well that the reason why I'm going there are the boys," Sandy joked.

Owen playfully slapped her. "I knew we should have just sent her to Mount Royal," he said to Bret.

"You sure you're ok flying alone?" Bret asked as he pulled into the airport parking lot, "Because either Owen or me can go with you, you know."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine," Sandy assured her brothers.

"Take care of yourself, will ya?" Owen said as he hugged Sandy. Bret hugged her also at the same time, sandwiching her.

"I'll miss you, shrimp," Bret said to her.

"Come on, you guys! You're squishing me!" Sandy laughed as she tried to get out of her brothers massive embrace.

As they watched Sandy enter the airport, Bret said to Owen, "She's really grown up now, isn't she?"

"Yeah," Owen replied. "She's no longer a baby. We can't protect her now. She's on her own."

"Well, here goes nothing," Sandy muttered to herself as she boarded the plane, "Princeton, here I come!"

Hours later, Sandy found herself trying to carry all her stuff as she was looking for her dorm room. She sighed as her arm was hit by a random football, sending all her stuff all over the floor.

"Oh great," Sandy said as she bent down to pick up her things. She glared at the guys who threw the football, who didn't even make a move to help her out.

"Quit it you morons! Stop scaring away the freshmen!" a tall brunette girl suddenly said. She went over to Sandy and helped her pick up her things. "I'm sorry for that. What room are you assigned in? I'm Angela, by the way."

"301," Sandy said with a sigh. "Nice to meet you. I'm Sandy."

"Great," Angela said with a smile. "I'm the R.A. on that floor. Come on, I'll help you."

As they made their way to the elevators, one of the football jocks who has intense light blue eyes blocked their way.

"Move, Randy. Or else I will tell my boyfriend not to pledge you," Angela warned as she glared at Randy and his friends.

"Aww, come on, 'Gela. We were just having fun," one of them said as Randy stepped aside to make way for the two girls.

"Don't worry about those guys," Angela said as they stopped in front of Sandy's dorm room door, "They're just really playful, but once you get to know them, they're nice guys, believe it or not."

"Thanks. And believe me, guys are the last thing on my mind right now," Sandy said as she put her keys on the lock and opened the door. Her roommate was already there, fixing her things. She was a blond petite girl and she smiled at Sandy as she saw her.

"Hi, I'm Trish. You must be Alexandra," her roommate said.

"Call me Sandy. I'm from Canada," Sandy said as she put down her things.

"Cool. I'm also Canadian. Where in Canada are you from?" Trish said as she sat down on her bed, which was at the opposite of Sandy's bed.

"Alberta. So, what are you majoring in?" Sandy asked.

"Political Science. Hopefully I'll get into law school. You?"

"Wow. Liberal Arts, Journalism. Hopefully I'll be a writer someday," Sandy said.

They were interrupted with a knock on the door. Sandy stood up to get it, and she was stunned to see the football jock Randy standing at the door. "What are you doing here?" Sandy muttered out.

"I'm looking for Trish," Randy replied as he scratched the back of his neck, obviously very uncomfortable. "Chris asked me to call her."

"Yeah, I'm coming. Hey, Sandy, wanna come? We're grabbing something to eat," Trish said as she went over to her bed to get her purse.

"Ok, whatever," Sandy said as she followed Trish to the door.

Sandy joined Trish and her boyfriend Scott and their friends in a diner off-campus. All of Chris' friends were the football jocks she met earlier. Everyone was being nice to her, especially Randy but she tried hard not to socialize, except with Trish and Chris.

"What's up with you? You were totally quiet the whole time we were at the diner," Trish said to Sandy as they went back to their dorm room.

"Nothing. I guess I'm still tired from the trip and nervous, since we start school tomorrow," Sandy said.

So, how was it? This is my first fic, so please review! Should I continue this? I know this chapter is kinda boring... ï