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"Of course it was you douchbag, why wouldn't you put bricks in my suitcase? "
He starts to say something, but I'm on a roll, "And where the hell is my stuff at? And another thi-"
"If you would let me talk, then I would tell you," Luke says after covering my mouth with his hand, and successfully shutting me up.
And because I am what you might call awesome, I lick his hand for good measure. I think we sometimes get caught up in ourselves, because I forgot that I had other companions staring at us; thoroughly amused.
I glare playfully at them, looking each one in the eyes.
"Is this your boyfriend?" Kayla inquires. She's the only girl in the group that I really haven't talked to. She has Asian heritage and silky black locks; pretty.
"Eww no!" Both Luke and I exclaim. Then because we've gotten this question before, we pose back to back, with one leg lifted against the others.
"Don't you see it? This is our twin pose!"
Everyone's silent for a minute and then start cracking up.
"You guys are hella weird."
"Who has a twin pose; I like it though."
"It's cute."
"I was hoping you were related."
The first ones were normal responses, but the last one caused everybody to look at who had spoken.
It was none other than Ms. Kayla.
Huh. So that was why she asked if he was my boyfriend.
"What? I'm allowed my opinion, don't look at me," she defends, covering her blushing face.
Luke grins at her, "Nice to meet you; I love the opinions of a pretty girl."
Kayla blushes even more, and says "Kayla," while peeking through her fingers.
"Everybody this is Luke, aka the twin of the magnificent Meghan." I remark.
"Sureee." I hear.
"Whatever, can we go to my dorm now?"
"Oh yeah, you guys really know how to make the time pass." Branson comments.
"See ya later, President Fartfeathers!" I scream to my twin as we continue the voyage to my room.
"Au Revoir, Admiral Underpants!" He shouts in response.
"You guys are so weird," Wren says between her giggles.
"We like to think of ourselves as properly corrupted youth." I remark with a grin as we reach my room.
I go to twist the knob, just as someone is. The door opens and I get the first look at my roommate.
She's really pretty. Light brown skin, dark eyes, and pin straight brown hair.
"Hi, nice to meet you I'm Me-" I start.
But she interrupts me, " Hey. I'm assuming you're my roommate. But I'm already going somewhere. "
My eyes widen. "Okay, see you when I see you, I guess." But I don't think she hears me because she's already walking away.
"Was it something I said?" I think out loud.
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I Am... Undefined
Teen FictionSo, ever played that game where people tell you to describe yourself? I kinda feel like it's not really a game. Or when someone describes you. They try to tell you, who you are. Will you Judge me by what I say? Try to categorize me? "I am who I am...
