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11. All New Again.

When the class finally ended, Tojiko turned to me in her chair, smiling brightly.

"When's your next class?" She laid her arm on the table, putting her head in her hand. Her light brown hair sat on the reddish-orange wood table.

"In a few hours, why?"

"I'm meeting my friend in my dorm, wanna come?"

"Sure."

We made our way to the dorms. I made sure to look at what was on campus around the dorms, since I hadn't seen this side of the school before. When we got there she struggled to open the door for a moment, her keys had what seemed like billions of keychains.

As we walked in, her roommate greeted us, and asked who I was
"Hi.. I'm Emile, 22.. I'm a freshman...I'm only here for two years though.." I spoke nervously, looking at everything but Tojiko and her roommate, my hands fidgeting restlessly.

The dorm was small, and rather bland, but I could see little drawings put on the wall with stickers, and washi tape. There was small posters of cartoons on her roomate's side.

"I'm Narina, I'm 23, and a Sophmore!" She said, smiling. I'd forgotten how much people normally smile in a conversation.

"Folie should be here at any moment," Tojiko stated, putting up her long wavy hair. "Time to pretend like I put up my laundry!!"

"He's gonna scold you for doing it wrong, might as well just put them up the right way" Narina replied, watching Tojiko aggressively shove a massive pile of clothes into the small closet built into her bedframe, slipping, and landing face first into the pile thats now all over the floor again.

"I NEED MORE SPACE." Tojiko always showed up to class in "over dressed" outfits, it reminds me of when I was 15 going to school.

I giggled at her falling, not expecting her to throw a massive pastel platform shoe at my face, I dodged with barely any time to spare.

There was a quiet knock on the door, clothes everywhere, Tojiko got herself up and answered the door.

"Hello Lielie!!" She said, basically snatching him into the room. "Can you BELIEVE Narina would TRASH my closet???"

"Toji what...?" Folie replied, clearly confused. "Anyway, I brought this." Folie was near my height, with short and bouncy ginger hair. He pulled out a large preroll with blue paper, and a small zippo lighter.

"OH- Emile.. Do you..?" Toji asked, pointing at it.

I'd been given a desicion to make. I'd been clean for a little bit over 2 years, so I hesitated. I'd gotten addicted before, it wasn't ugly or anything, I just got too busy saving money and barely learned to function without it. I need to ask myself if I really want to be in that position-

"Yeah, don't worry." I thought before I spoke, yet those words left my mouth, I let them. This is where my undone downward spiral, started again. One of my biggest regrets in life is smoking it. And going to that party.