Well, I guess this is it.
I stand outside my new dorm hall with one backpack full of clothes, watching as other students struggle to roll around 3 or 4 suitcases each.
I feel awkward standing out here all alone, but I'm not ready to go in yet. That said, the steaming sunrays burning into my black sweatshirt and boiling my skin cause me to sing a different tune.
I found myself wondering for quite some time if this place would end up being worse than that cramped apartment. But I don't think anything could be worse than that. Also, the idea of going through college friendless isn't very appealing to me, but that's more than likely what's going to happen.
People aren't drawn to me like they are with N/n.
N/n.
It's pathetic that I already miss her. 'See you around,' she said, but I can't help but think that was a lie. I mean, I don't even know where she is anymore, and even if I did, there's no way in hell I'd have the courage to talk to her.
Ugh, I need to get her out of my mind.
I tug my sleeves down, walking up the 6 steps that lead to the dorm's entrance.
The doors are a nice light brown color, made out of what appears to be wood.
As I open the double doors, I'm met with a large hallway, doors leading to different dorm halls. The walls are a freshly painted white. The wooden floors, similar to the color of the door, give the space an open feeling.
Walking through the halls, I see people coming and going. Most likely, other first years.
On the bottom floor, I only see girls. So I'd assume that's the girl's dorms. When I get to the second floor, it's only guys. And then the third floor. Mixed dorms. I don't see anyone. That doesn't really surprise me. Most people wouldn't want to live with the opposite sex, anyways. Let me rephrase that. Most females wouldn't want to live with males. Understandable. I'm not too keen on the whole ordeal either, but my scholarship only stretches so far.
I finally find the door to my dorm hall. Voices come from the other side, causing me to grow nervous. I never cared if I was liked or disliked until now. Being hated by the people I live with isn't going to be fun, but it's something I'll have to endure.
I take the silver handle in my hand, pushing down on it until I can push the door open. When I do, I'm met with a nice, open common area.
There are some seats and desks scattered across the room, along with various abstract paintings covering the plain, white walls. A few meters away, two long steps are leading down to a living space. There's a large, light gray couch with its back facing me, two yellow pillows resting on each corner. A glass coffee table is a few feet in front of it. There's also another couch identical to the first one, facing the left wall. It has a TV mounted to it.
Ahead of all of that is five huge windows, the length of the whole wall, looking out at a beautiful garden. They remind me of the ones that we had in my elementary school.
A small chuckle pulls me out of my trance.
I look to my right to see a small kitchen and dining area above the two steps. There's a fridge and a microwave surrounded by granite counters. A few feet ahead of that is an island with 4 tall stools on each side of it. Five of the seats have people in them, who are all embarrassingly staring at me.
Not knowing what to say, I stand there like an idiot, staring back at them.
After what feels like an eternity, a girl with long, straight, dark brown hair and silver eyes gets up from her seat and approaches me.
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