Chapter 6

The journey to room 104 is short. Fine is sited on my bed and Mr. attitude still laying on her bed. The two of them are chatting about something that I can not quite decipher.

"Hi Becky," she flashes me a cute smile.

"Hi," I respond while shutting the door and putting the envelope in my cupboard, then join her on my bed.

Fine diverts her attention to me. Telling me how lit the party was, how much dancing there was.... and how much she wanted to see me dance . As soon as she says that the male in the room scoffs but I ignore the reminder of him making fun of my "horrible" dance moves.My roommate states that I missed so much. I will not go for a party, I am still new here and they would probably mock me because I'm still in high school. She asks where I was and I tell her the details even of Taylor. How he is kind, friendly, handsome. He did help me out today.

"Do not tell me you have already fallen for him!" Fine exclaims earning a scoff from him. He is reading a book, no he is eavesdropping on our conversation. what a pretentious boy!

"No, not at all," I respond.

My roommate circles our conversation back to the party. She tries persuading me to go but I object telling her I have books to read and need to catch up in class.

"You should, here there'sa curfew on weekdays so you only get to party on weekends.  Sounds unfair right," It is fine by me.

"It is alright Fine, i am not used to parties anyways," It is true. The only parties I used to go to were birthdays and family functions of Chloe and Evans.

The boy stands up from Fine's bed as if irritated by our conversation.

"Are you leaving Benjamin," oh! he's name is Benjamin.

"Yes," he answers while walking towards the door.

"Becky, this is Benjamin Wadsworth he is a friend of mine. I'll try my best to limit his coming ins." Oh so he told Fine of our mortifying encounter. I am sure he exaggerated the whole incidence Agh.

"Alright." I answer. He just rolls his eyes and leaves.

Benjamin, at least his name is not so odd. Who names their child Fine?

The two of us chat on and on. She is really sweet and I'm glad she is my roommate. This school will suck less with her around and her friends who she wants to introduce me to. As long as she does not hurt me then all will be ok.

At exactly six o'clock in the morning my alarm sounds waking me up from my dream and assuring me that Monday morning is here. I urge myself out of bed with all the necessary stuff I need to wash up. The bathrooms are sparkly clean, having dark blue tiles fixated on the floors and sky blue on the walls. The water feels warm on my skin. My peaches shower gel spills on my loafer and body. After gently scrubbing and washing my hair, I exit the bathroom and go back to the dorms with a white towel tied on my body and another on my head.

Immediately I enter the room, I spot my phone light up with a message. It is from my mother.

Good morning sweetie.Hope all is ok.

Enjoy your first day in class.

I will Love you mom

I respond.Being the hardworking mom she is she's always awake as early as five o'clock in the morning. Mom is caring and loving but she does not show it on the surface unlike my father. Ugh I have not yet called to update him about my stay here. I will call after I am done with my classes. Fine is still curled up in her snoring softly. I almost wake her up but decide against it. Some people are not the morning kind of people.

I use the blow drier on my hair making it's dark color sharp. I change in to a pair of blue jeans and a red shit. It is decent and comfortable enough. Though I try to hide it I am a little nervous for the class. Will I make friends? There is Taylor who I know. May he be on time. What if they isolate themselves from me? Or worse kill me? Pushing all the dark thoughts aside I calmly apply lipgloss on and sling my brown school bag light enough to carry my books and exit the dorm. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

It is 7:30 am by the time I reach my class, 45 minutes since I left dorm to grab a cup of mint tea. Waking up early will surely kill me one day. The students start filling in. I occupy the front seat at the right side next to the windows. On removing my European History book and setting it on the table, I feel a pat on my shoulders.

" Hi Becky," he flashes me a smile and takes a seat behind me.

" Looks like we are neighbors," he continues still smiling.

"Yes Taylor," I reply.

A female voice interrupts the almost quiet room. She is wearing the ugliest dress I have ever seen on earth. Mud brown dress ruffled with huge flower designs from top and pleated from her waist to her ankles.

"Good morning, let's start from where we ended." She speaks monotonously like she would rather be anywhere but here.

Her tiny round eye glasses rest lowly on her nose as she looks through her book.

Gosh! I hope her teaching is good. Sleeping on day one first lesson is not a good impression at all.