——Sam
—A Few Months Later
“I will miss you,” Lizzie Jameston said, pouting at me.
I smiled and continued packing before saying, “I really think you should go home for Christmas, too, Lizzie.”
Lizzie was my roommate. She had strawberry blonde hair and used to be a cheerleader back in high school. In other words, she was part of the popular crowd. Even though we both came from very different worlds, we headed to the friendship zone as soon as we met on our first day on campus.
It had been months since college had started, and we had been away from home the whole time. I, at first, thought it would be very difficult, but the adjustment period wasn’t an overwhelming experience as I initially thought. It was slow but easy for me.
College life was indeed my time, and I loved and live
