Roommate
1056 Words
Alexa's POV
I stood in front of Room 304 with Mrs. Harrington. She smiled and handed me a key and a paper that contains my schedule.
"This is your room, ms. Blackwood that you'll be sharing with ms. Lincoln. Let's get you settled in, then." She unlocked the door, and we stepped inside.
"I'll leave you to unpack and get settled. Ms. Lincoln should be along soon to introduce herself." I stepped into the dorm room.
"And oh, your uniform will be delivered tomorrow morning." A parting comment from mrs. Harrington.
"Thank you." Feeling a sense of relief wash over me as Mrs. Harrington bid her goodbye as footsteps faded away.
The room was cozy and compact, with two beds placed against opposite walls. Mine was by the window, where I could gaze out at the campus grounds and watch the sunset. The window let in a warm glow of natural light during the day, illuminating the room.
As I looked around, I noticed the personal touches that my roommate had added to the room.
Her side was a riot of color, with posters and artwork that reflected a creative personality. My side, on the other hand, was still bare, waiting for me to unpack and make it my own.
The two desks in the room were cluttered with books, laptops, and notes, indicating that my roommate was a diligent student. The closet in the corner of the room held her clothes and shoes, with vibrant outfits that stood out against the neutral background.
I began to unpack, as I settled into my new space.
I didn't know how I'd feel because my mind wasn't really on this; it was with Dad. I wonder how he's doing. And whether Evelyn is really taking care of him or making things worse. Hopefully not. Just then, I heard a knock at the door.
"Come in." I called out, wondering if it was my roommate arriving.
The door opened, and a girl with long, curly brown hair and bright green eyes walked in.
"Hey, I'm Emma Lincoln. Your roommate. Welcome to Wyndham ms. Blackwood!" I smiled back.
If Hazel were with me, I think she and Emma would get along.
"Thanks, Emma. I'm Alexa." "Yup! The head turner and the newbie." I raised an eyebrow at her comment.
"Girl! Don't you know you're the talk of the town in school! No wonder they said you're a hottie, it's true." I just shook my head at what she said and continued what I was doing.
We chatted, exchanging small talk about our interests and hobbies. I found myself opening up to Emma, but I was careful not to reveal too much about what happened and why I am here.
As we talked, I noticed Emma seemed to be watching me with curiosity, like she was trying to figure me out.
"So, where are you from?" Emma asked, plopping down on her bed. I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal.
"I'm from...around," I said vaguely, trying to gauge Emma's reaction.
Emma raised an eyebrow.
"Around?" She repeated, her tone playful.
"Yeah."
"That's mysterious." I laughed, feeling a bit more comfortable.
"Let's just say I'm trying to start fresh here," I said, hoping that would suffice.
Emma nodded understandingly.
"I get it. Wyndham can be...interesting. But I'm glad you're here. It'll be nice to have someone to hang out with."
As we chatted, I found myself opening up to Emma, sharing small stories about my interests and hobbies. But I was careful to keep my secrets locked away, unsure who I could trust in this new environment.
As the conversation flowed, I noticed that Emma seemed to be dropping subtle hints about the school, about the students and the teachers. It was as if she was trying to warn me about something, without being too obvious.
I leaned in, my curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean, Wyndham's a great school, but the students can be...interesting." I raised an eyebrow.
"Uh huh." Emma's eyes darted around the room.
"Some students can be a bit cliquey." She said quietly which made me intrigued.
"How so?" I saw her smirked.
"You're too curious huh. I think thats not good. Just...keep your wits about you, okay? Wyndham can be a bit...claustrophobic at times." My mind's whirling with questions.
What did she mean by claustrophobic? Was it just the school's atmosphere, or was there something more to it?
Emma's expression turned serious.
"Alexa, can I ask you something?" She asked in a low tone.
"Sure." I replied, my curiosity piqued.
Emma hesitated, her eyes darting around the room again.
"What do you know about the school's...rules?" She asked, her voice barely audible.
Rules? What kind of rules?
I thought back to what mrs. Harrington said earlier, but I wasn't sure if Emma was referring to the same thing.
"I know we have to follow the school's policies." I said cautiously, trying not to reveal too much.
Emma's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze intense.
"There's more to it than that." She said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"There's...other stuff. Stuff that's not in the handbook." What is she talking about? And what kind of stuff was she referring to?
"But I doubt you'll get yourself in trouble. Just be yourself, and you'll be fine." She quickly added, as I was about to open my mouth to ask a question.
"Anyways, are you ready to eat? Want to grab dinner with me?" She asked, glancing at her watch.
"The dining hall should be open soon." I nodded, feeling a bit hungry after unpacking and all that talk.
"Yeah, sure. I'm starving." We headed down to the dining hall, chatting about everything from music to TV shows.
The dining hall was bustling with students, but Emma navigated us through the crowd with ease. As we finished dinner, I felt grateful to have Emma as a roommate and potential friend.
She seemed to know the ins and outs of the school, and I was eager to learn more. Who knows, maybe she could help with my plans in the future.
"Hey, want to explore the campus with me?" Emma asked, smiling mischievously.
"I can show you the hidden spots that aren't on the tour." I grinned, feeling a sense of adventure.
"Sounds like a plan."
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