A Cool Breeze

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Saturday, November 26 3:30 PM

I had been wandering around for about 45 minutes trying to find my dorm. This place was too big. No tours had been given, or at least not to me. I had asked numerous people, of which appeared to be students, but all of them replied with the same "No, sorry freshie." I knew that being the newbie at college would cause me to be called the normal names of a fresh college attendee. "Freshie" was a term used for freshman, an all too familiar term that I remembered from my high school days.

I walked around until I found a new set of dorms, and searched down the hall. "209, 208, 207...204, YES! 203!" I said and stuck the key into the hole. This was a new feeling for me, because at my home, there were keypads and fingerprint scanners. I slowly opened the door and stuck my head in. The smell of old wood lingered around the dorm, but surely it was because of being vacant through the past year of college. It did, however appear as if someone had already found there way here. Of course, I was only suspecting this because of the luggage at the door, and the fact that a tv was playing loudly throughout the dorm. I would have to have a talk with this person, because I would need absolutely no distractions during my studying.

I walked in carefully, observing my surroundings while taking in everything. The dimly lit entrance was exactly what I expected. Everything was too perfect. To me, I had scored the perfect room, until I found out who I'd be rooming with. I walked around slowly, until arriving at a door with my name attached. I thought I'd be able to pick my room, but at least I had a room. My parents had to pull some major strings to get my dorm reserved, considering how quickly I had arrived at my decision.

Pushing the door open, I gasped. It seemed as if it had been personalized exactly to my liking. Pink plush carpet, pink pillows, pink fluffy chairs, everything pink. I did have an obsession with pink, but how could they have known that? I thought it was strange, but went along with it anyway. There was a paper attached to the door, so i snatched it down and quickly shut the door. First, i set my luggage in the corner, unlike my roomie who had left their bags in the living room.

"Congratulations, new comer of The Terrestrial College of Blenheim. You have been accepted due to your gpa of a 3.7 or above and SAT scores of 28 and above...." The letter went on and on about my academic excellence and how well I had done in the previous years. I felt so proud to receive this letter, and even prouder to read it. This is where studying and effort can get you. I decided to call my mom and dad and thank them for being so hard on me during high school. Although they were never home because of work, they did always enforce strict school rules and I appreciate that more now than I did then.

"Hello, mom?" I spoke into the phone.

"Hi Pee, how was the trip" she responded.

"Oh mom, it was wonderful, except for the jerk who I had to sit with."

"He wasn't too bad now was he? You'll be fine. Just remember, keep calm and turn away."

We conversed for a little while longer before I made my grand speech on how thankful I was that for everything. I made sure to profess my love to her and dad before quickly ending the call, as I heard someone enter the door of my dorm. I then tip toed to the door and peaked out of it.

"What are you doing! You are much creepier than on the plane." a voice said. I turned my head and there was the person I never wanted to see again. The person who I thought I'd never see again. Atlas.

"Why are you in my dorm for heaven sakes!" I hissed with annoyance. Who wouldn't be annoyed?

"All have you know, this is my dorm too!" he informed me.

"Is not!" I insisted and he held up a tiny key with the letters 203 engraved on it.

"This should be funner than I expected." he said with a smirk on his face.

"You just wipe that smirk off your face. I will make your life miserable. Now where is my real roommate, I suspect she's your girlfriend?" I thought he was joking about being my actual roomie, that was until he showed me his room.

Definitely a boy's room. I thought. How was I supposed to tell mom and dad that they had sent their precious little girl off to college to live with a boy. I suppose lying wouldn't be too hard, but that just wasn't my character.

Let the games begin Atlas.