Its not everyday when you go from having no roommate to a roommate in the middle of the night. The Opening Rule Blah Blah had lasted until a quarter til midnight. I was too tired at the time to do anything, let alone be surprised. I walked into my dorm building (AKA: Headquarters) and was surprised not to see the creepy secretary there. The fact that she was not there was worse than the fact of her being there at all (someone had to think it). I brushed off that mystery and gave up on thinking about that at all and headed towards my dorm.
To top of the mysteries of just today, I find an even bigger mystery sitting on my couch watching Harry Potter (at least they have good taste). She was an average looking girl with long, flowing, curly brown hair. Also, she had bright blue eyes with a small nose and a beautiful smile (note: I am not a good judge when it comes to the word "beautiful", but this is a mere opinion) She had a curvy body from what I could tell, but I know nothing when it comes to curvy. Despite her appearance, I was way too tired for any crap like an unexpected visitor.
"Hi," she said, as if fatigue doesn't affect her kind. Her tone had a hint of playful.
"What are doing here? It's midnight..." Also, WHO ARE YOU?" I retorted to her playfulness.
She looked offended, but she didn't scream back. "A: This is my room too. B: Hi, I'm your roommate." the girl answered and extended her hand.
"Wait one moment! Why is my roommate the opposite sex? Also, why this late?" I questioned.
"A: They ran out of rooms. And B: My plane was canceled," she said back still holding her hand outwards. "Now I have a question for you. Why are you alphabetist?" she asked.
"I'm sorry if I see un-fun to you, but I am to tired for this," I mumbled.
" Well I am tired of holding my hand out, Mr. Severus," she replied childishly.
"Fine," I sighed and shook her hand," My name is Mark Dean, and are you supposed to be Lavender?"
"No...If anything I am a Lily" she answered, smiled, and continued, "My name is Brooke Marsley."
"Well, Brooke, I am tired. Goodnight," I mumbled, "BTW: Ron is totally awkward in the first two movies."
"Agreed," Brooke said as I closed the door.
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West Hills
Teen FictionThings seemed perfect for Mark Dean. He had a great family, a group of friends that cared, and the easiest of classes. Things get screwed up when his mom and dad divorce and send him to a boarding school called West Hills Boarding School. Then, his...
