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Lidia Bakset, is fresh in college, away from her mom and living in the Suburbs with two hot and sexy intersexual sisters as her roommate. What Could...
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Season 1 Episode 1
Lidia Basket POV
The luggage rolled over the pavement line, making the most irritating sound the quiet suburbia could ever hear; so yet, no one has stuck their head out the window to yell at the noise, and I was in the green zone. A crumbled paper with an address in one hand and my phone to my ears while my mother nagged me about the safety of being at college.
"There is nothing to be concerned about. We discussed the plan, and we will carry it out." I spoke as if I were at a business meeting. When I was accepted to Stanford University, I was overjoyed.
My mother was enraged rather than delighted that her plan for me to attend a nearby community college had gone out the window. Stanford has been my ideal university, and nothing, not even the lady who has carried me for nine months, can derail it.
"Lidia, this isn't a joke." Her tense voice talked over the phone, but I was too preoccupied with the paper and each door number to notice. My mother was theatrical, and she just couldn't deal with the reality that she was home alone, presumably attempting to date again after her and dad's relationship ended.
"Nothing could go wrong, I'm not in a little dorm room with possibly the worst roommate, and I'm discovering the perfect suburban house full of joyful, racist folks." I cracked a joke.
"Once again, Lidia, with the jokes." She spoke it more firmly this time. I couldn't quit cracking jokes. I was tense. I was curious about the person I would be living with in a stunning home. The houses on the stretched were all the same, and I was really appreciative of the door's number.
"Are you going to return home?"
"67, 69..." I whispered as I returned my gaze to the address, which read:
Marvel Street, 78.
I groaned as I realized I still had a few more stretches to go.
"Did you hear what I said?"
"Oh shoot. What were you saying, Mom?"
She sighed, and I pictured her reaching around for her cig to take a little smoke to decompress.
"Are you going to come for every holiday you get?" In the background, I could hear shuffling.
"Everyone you can think of, including most weekends."
"Good." She sounded ecstatic, as if all hope was not gone and she would get to see my face, even if only for a few days. Just looking at how each lawn was lethal green and lovely blinded my eyes.
"We have a plan, and I intend to follow it." I only gave half the truth; the real reality was that I had no idea what university was going to hurl at me. The aim was simply to reassure my mother that I was still her little angel, living and breathing every command she gave me.
