Switching from having a room alone to sharing one isn’t something that I would prefer. Especially if your roommate keeps staring at you with wide creepy eyes. Eyes that are trying to unravel every single secret that I have. I tried some small talk with her, but she always looked down, as if she’s trying very hard to overcome her shyness. I wasn't a nun yet and there was stuff that I still had to learn, but everyday I walked past scattered nuns, who would stop talking when they saw me, and continue their conversation in murmured voices. I tried to keep my head low and ignore my habit of keeping my head up high and owning the school halls even though I found myself in a convent everyday. Everyday my ugly black shoes click hard on the wooden floor.
“Morning Charlie.” A hyper girl who alwa
