Lucas and The Time-Traveling Fog The Party Animals!

Chapter 4 Roomies

As soon as I got there, I looked at the clock on the wall and realized that I made it there in five minutes flat. Wow, that was fast. Is this girl on the track team or something? As I was getting closer to the lobby, I was so worried about what I was going to do when I met them. Like how am I going to explain why I am so late. But all the worry went away when I saw this....this big family was waiting for me, I think, and they seemed to have brought some luggage and boxes with them. I thought, "Wait is that them, and if so, are they moving in, or is that all for me?''

When I mean a big family, like three brothers and one sister, so a family of five if you don't include the parents. Not bad, Elizabeth, not bad at all if that family is really yours, and from what I can tell by looking at all of them, I'm the oldest finally. I am not Gary the middle child anymore, but Elizabeth, the oldest...Yes! Now, before I took one more step, one of the boys who was wearing a red Hulkamania t-shirt exclaimed, "Hey, there she is!" Yep, that's her family, alright. Just then, they dropped their boxes and lunged towards me. Before I knew it, I was in the middle of a giant group hug. Could this be any more embarrassing? These people had to do this right in the center of my dorm lobby with everyone watching.

I said, "Ok...Ok, that's enough. I need to breathe, people." They immediately stopped hugging me, and a woman with big brown puffy hair like Liz's but had this magenta mixed with strange white flowers shirt with big earrings, and way too much makeup on her along with some ugly blue looking mom jeans stared right at me replied with the biggest smile on her face, "Well, it is Family Weekend after all."

The youngest-looking boy in the Red Hulkamania shirt asked, "What took you so long?" Another boy who had a mullet and wore a plain blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up added, "You know how Dad is....he always makes us arrive thirty mins early to everything." The dad, who had brown wavy hair but had streaks of grey on the sides with these big square glasses and one green Hawaiian shirt, chimes in, saying, "Well, if I don't push you, we will never get anywhere." Her little sister, who had a yellow headband, this white dress with splashes of color, asked, "Can we see your dorm room now that you're here? I can't wait anymore."

Dorm room? Oh my gosh, Elizabeth didn't mention anything in her planner about what room she was in. Or else I would've known and how in the world am I supposed to...oh hang on, maybe that lady at the front desk could help me.

I walked over to the receptionist desk with my student id in hand and tapped on her desk while she was writing something and said, "Hello, uhh, hi," as I gave a friendly wave. The lady looked up, and I continued saying, "My name's Elizabeth Ross, and I'm checking in with my family for a family weekend, and do you happen to know which room I'm in because I forgot."

She said, "Sure do, and don't worry, you're not the first to ask. Stuff like this happens to everyone." She then looked behind me for a quick second and turned to me and said, "You're on the third floor, room 3312, but before you go, your family is going to need these before you go anywhere," while grabbing the visitor badges that were on her desk. I replied, "Umm, ok, thanks." I signaled her family to come over to the receptionist area, where all of them grabbed their visitor badges and got the boxes and luggage for me.

We then had to quickly get on separate elevators because a line was starting to form. When we all arrived on the third floor, we headed towards my dorm. I couldn't help but stare at the left and right sides, where I saw the names of every person who was in that room. Well, when we got to dorm room number 3312, I saw my name and this girl called Margaret Rogers. But wait a second, I know Margaret Rogers. Margaret Rogers is my mother's name before she even married my dad. Boy, this is getting weird.

Besides that, I know all of her quirks too, so being her roommate won't be too much of a problem, I thought, but calling her Margaret might be a new one. Speaking of my mom, she is a great person, don't get me wrong, but her life before marrying my dad was always secretive, and if I tried asking anything about college life and what life was like growing up, she would always leave me hangin' or add holes to her story which never made sense to me as a child, and even now, I always have to imagine why she never told me her life story.