THIRST

CHAPTER TWO

"Here we are!!" Mum giggled in delight as the car came to a halt in front of a huge building with bay windows and large geranium potted porch. Huge almond trees with cemented artworks surround the busy environment. Parents giving their children a goodbye kiss and thousands of freshman rallying round the hallway in a confused state .

After a few minutes orientation, We walked into the jam packed hallway down to the reception room where a lady probably in her early fifties gave us my dorm keys and we walked round the hall in search of my dorm.

"Wow, this is like a dream come true, I can't believe I gonna have a daughter in college". Mum squealed as we both walked round the school. I could only smile and act along cause I didn't want to me called a mummy's pet. The glares and stares alone is enough to educate about the school. On a norms I'd thought college was going to be a little like high school with rules, but I guess things are different here. majority of them, their dressing here was more worldly and immoral, only few wore modest clothes including me. Sometimes when we walked past a particular individual mum would roll her eyes and curse under her breath at their manner of dressing.

Finally We got to my dorm, it was room 208, the last room at the end of the hall. We fixed the key into the keyhole but the door didn't bulge a single bit, Mum knocked and there was no response. The knock continued for some minutes and when it seemed as if we had gotten the wrong room, we were about to turn back when the door flew open revealing a tall slender girl with dyed blue hair, from my view of the room I also noticed a masculine figure sitting on the bed fully dressed and tapping on his phone as if we were statues. Paper plasters of Jay Z and Rihanna's nude photos decorated the wall on the one side where he sat and the other side of the room was completely empty which I guess was my side.

My eyes travelled to lady who'd opened the door. She was only dressed in lace panties and bra, that didn't get me a little bit cause I've seen girls in that on television. but the fact that both of their skin is decorated with various tattoos of different kind and nose rings pierced their forehead and lower lip sent shrills to my body.

I cringed.

"Hi,I'm Linda McCallum. you're my new room mate right? Welcome to Stanford university". She smiled as she stretched her palm for an hand shake.

"I'm hazel. Hazel gale" I smiled awkwardly, all my manners flying out. 'Gosh what are you doing hazel? You should be disgusted not smiling' I immediately caution myself before mum will find out.

Just as I expected, the old lady is in shock. The luggage she held dropped to the tiled floor, her mouth wide open and her eyes glued to the groggy sight before her as she freaked out.

Good lord!

I felt my heart pound against my chest about what was going to happen. This is not going to be good. Not when my mum is here to witness this.

"BOY IN A GIRL'S ROOM WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE " She yelled.