Chapter 24After the assembly, I head to my room to grab my bag for class. But as I get to the top of the stairs and glance down the hall, I realize my door is ajar. What the...? I push it wide. Inside is a girl with long, dark hair up in a giant topknot. She has on Beats headphones, and she"s brought a backpack and a single trunk that"s wedged at the end of the second bed that"s been untouched since I moved in yesterday. "Hey," I volunteer. "I"m Emily. I guess we"re roommates." The girl doesn"t answer or take off her headphones but reaches for an earpiece to touch a button. "Are you Erica Millers?" I try again. This time, she cuts a glance over her shoulder. "Rica." According to the scant roommate info form that included names, contact emails, and majors, she"s in contemporary music like m
