"𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐚𝐦, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞."
verity sinclair's grades are slipping, and her parents believe that the only way to fix that is to send h...
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August 17th arrived a little quicker than I had hoped. It wasn't the touring that I was upset about, it was the mere fact that my parents decided to pull me out of the comfort of my own room that I have been living in for my entire life and stow me away to a crusty dorm room with an entitled snob that I have never met before.
It would make things a little easier if my roommate was Wonyoung, but there is a little to no chance of that happening. Whoever it is, even if they're a stuck-up prick, I'm hoping that they will just leave me alone for the entire year. And of course, I will do the same. It's how I live with my parents.
We will never have to bother each other, and we'll never have to worry about each other. It'll make the year go by a lot faster.
"This will be your room for the year." a hall monitor a little older than me guided me through the door.
The room was completely bare as I had expected, with two white twin beds mirroring each other and a mattress provided.
There was one simplistic wooden dresser between the two beds, and I wondered who was going to be using it.
I looked to my left and there was a closet to match the dresser, which meant that there was enough storage space for the both of us.
"Go ahead and make yourself comfortable; set up your sheets and all that. I'll just be down the hall, let me know if you need anything." he smiled, tapping on the door frame to grab my attention before exiting.
I decided to venture into the bathroom, already dreading that I'm going to have to share it with a stranger. I've been an only child all my life, so I've never had to share a room with anybody. I've never even had a sleepover at my house before because my parents were never very hospitable. My mom was definitely not the type to be the host of a girls' night.
I also got very annoyed whenever someone would assume that I'm spoiled or when they gush about how nice my house is, because they don't know how it really is. That's why I was always so obsessed with fitting in with the crowd, but here, it's definitely different. Here, you have to be rich and perfect to fit in.
I stepped foot into the bathroom and scanned my surroundings. I was informed that a private restroom would be available for 4th year residents, so that's one thing to be grateful for. It wasn't as bad as I thought. Most dormitories have disgusting and poorly cleaned public showers that you have to wear sandals in, but this one had a modern, stand-up shower with a glass door.
There was a marble counter with a tilt sink and a framed mirror, and plenty of drawer space underneath.
There were even crisp-looking towels provided on the rack next to the door and loofa sponges hanging on the shower wall.
