A Poem By Walt Whitman

𝐸𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑎 𝘐: 𝛨𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑑

Then her father left. She leaned her head to the wall. Charlie and Kim came out of the room as she sighed.

-Why doesn't he let you do what you want? -Charlie asked her.

She looked at them.

-Yeah, Nick. Tell him off. It couldn't get any worse.-Kim answered.

Nicole laughed.

-Oh, that 's rich. Like you guys tell your parents off? Mrs. Future-Lawyer and Mrs. Future-Banker?

-Okay, so I don't like it any more than you do.-Charlie laughed.

Nicole sighed again.

-Don't tell me how to talk to my father. You guys are the same.

-All right, all right. Jesus. -Kim stopped her, as Meeks came out of the room. -So, what are you gonna do?

-What I have to do. -Nicole answered. -Drop the annual.

-Well, I wouldn't lose so much sleep on it. It's just a bunch of jerks trying to impress Nolan. -Charlie joked.

-I don't care. I don't give a damn about any of it.

Awkward silence.

-Well, uh,Latin? 8:00 in my room? -Meeks intervened.

-Yes. -Nicole entered quickly in her room, passing through Charlie.

-Taylor, you're welcome to join us! -Meeks said to Taylor.

-Yeah, come along, pal. -Kim said.

-Thanks. -Taylor nodded.

Just as her companions walked away from her room, Nicole closed the door behind them. She sighed slightly and sat down on the radiator. Meanwhile, she was removing a small badge that she wore on her jacket, contemplating her, she dropped her head against the wall.

Taylor eyed her roommate sideways, quietly arranging her things so the action wouldn't be too awkward. While she was putting her things away, the blonde found a black and white painting that she had with her parents and her sister. Saying so, she swallowed and put the photo back in the dresser.

At the sound of the drawer opening, Nicole looked at her.

-So, what do you think of my father? -Nicole gave her a smirk.

Taylor was perplexed by the phrase, she didn't know what to answer.

-He 's...

-Taylor. -She interrupted her roommate. -If you're gonna make it around here, you gotta learn to speak up. -Nicole looked at her window. -The meek might inherit the earth, but they don't make it into Harvard. -

The doorbell rang.