Remembering

{chapter 3}

Give me love-Ed Sheeran

After the encounter with the egotistical bastard,I got all of my boxes with my stuff in it and made my way to my dorm room.My dad wanted to help,even if his plane flight back home was in an hour,but I insisted that he start packing,thanking him for coming all the way here in Miami to help me.He protested at first,but with a deal to visit them as much as possible we both separated,him trying to be all tough and not cry,whilst I basically had snot running out of my nose.

My feet and legs started burning a long way back on the second floor of this dorm area,breathes heaving out of my lungs making me sound like a dog.There was three steps left and once I make my way up them,I set the boxes down on the grey carpeted floor.I sit back up and put my hands on my head,looking at the ceiling,while my lungs beg for air.

"Need help with that?"

I jump,almost falling down the stairs in the process but catching the railing and pushing myself back up.The girls blue eyes widen slightly,Rushing over to me.When in front of me I realize that I have to look up at her due to her height."Oh,my gosh!I'm so sorry,Didn't mean to startle you."

After catching my breath I move away from the steps,struggling to pick up the heavy boxes.I look at the tall girl,smiling slightly,"No,its fine.I just thought I was alone up here."

"Oh,well I was just leaving my dorm room and I saw you having trouble coming up the stairs.Um,what's your dorm room?"

"I think room 153?"I say,turning around.Scanning each room as we go down the hall,I finally come up to room 153.

"Really?Im in room 157,that's like A few rooms down,maybe we can hangout later.I can show you around?"

I place my boxes on the floor in front of my room,turning towards her."Are you a newbie or have you been here for a while?"I say with curiosity in my voice.

She pushes her brown curls behind her ear,looking down at the ground,"No,Im a 'newbie',its just my parents like to be prepared so we came here a week ago and they dropped me off here.So far I know where everything is,it's really easy to remember."

"That's great!Thank you so much..."

"Oh,Emily Rosewood!And what's your name,stranger?"She jokes,chuckling quietly.I giggle then reach my hand out to her.

"Dot Richards.Pleasure to meet you."

We shake hands slowly,squinting our eyes teasingly at each other.Not being able to contain my giggle, she giggles, too.We say our farewells after I tell her thanks for asking if I needed help, then I open my mahogany door leading to a plain, empty room on one side and a sparkly, girly side on the other.

"Well shit, need some room for that sparkle?"I mutter the pathetic joke to myself, slamming the door shut with my foot.I stumble to the plain side of the room, placing the boxes That occupied my hands on the mattress in the corner of the room.I place my hands on my hips, taking a glance at the other side of the room.The bed sheets have pink and purple stripes, same with the pillow cases.On the wall instead of the creamy wall paper that lined the halls and my side of the room, It is covered up by many,many posters.Katy Perry, Beyonce, Justin Bieber, and many more great artist covered the wall.Just not my type of artist.

If I didn't know any better,I'd say we got a bitch, rich girly-girl on our hands.Yippie.

I roll my eyes,already knowing the moment we meet,she's going to have a problem with me.Probably just for breathing.I walk back over to the boxes,placing my hand on the tape and attempting to rip it open.A few tries later,I blow a hair out of my face.Sneaking a glance at her side of the room,I grab a pair of scissors that lay on her black desk.Probably the only non-colored thing on her side.I cut each box open,then carefully place the delicate pink scissors back on her desk.