Together

Do they know

The first thing I do is start unpacking. The room is small, but thankfully no roommate. The building is an old stone 4 story building. I’m on the second floor which is co-ed, which is progressive for an Oklahoma girl I thought when my mother approved the accommodations. I doubt she noticed though she was just happy to get rid of me.

I think this building used to be a hotel. My room certainly looks like an old hotel room turned dorm room. I have a desk, a twin bed, a small closet, a dresser, and a bathroom with a small tub. Luckily I’m only 5’3 so it will work well enough. There is one door in the room I haven’t opened. I’m thinking it looks like a door to conjoin your room with another. I haven’t been in many hotels or motels but I’ve seen this on TV. I continue unpacking clothes and hanging them in the closet. My brain is telling me to knock on the door and see if someone is in the other room. I told myself I would make friends here. I pick up my duffle bag and dig inside for my xanax. A prescription from my doctor for panic attacks and anxiety. I mean if there was ever a time I think as I pop one into my mouth and wash it down with some water from the sink.

I head over to the door and stare at it. Willing myself to knock. See there was extenuating circumstances and I have never had friends before. I was a loner and it wasn’t by choice. I mean, until it was. I gave up trying. My town was too small, too closed minded. The past of my parents blurred everything.

I reached up and gave a swift knock. Overthinking my decision before it was even over.

Maybe they aren’t here yet I wonder to myself.

The door pulls open with a groan from the hinges. A girl almost my exact opposite stands staring back at me a smile on her face. A tall blonde with blue eyes, a killer tan, and the longest thinnest legs I’ve ever seen introduces herself as Kim.

“It’s giving Wednesday and Enid” she chuckles as she points between my black T-shirt and her own pink cropped tank top.

I smile back because I actually get the reference for once.

“I’m May.” I offer as a response.

She looks at me quizzically

“You know you look really familiar.” She ponders.

My heart drops.