After I went to bed last night; I had a crazy dream.
I was in College. I was still very young and had beautiful, long locks of hair that swam down my shoulder. I was very popular and was loved by many handsome fellows.
Class had just ended and I was picking up my books to walk to my dorm room. I had an amazing dorm. It had three windows, one bathroom, and a gorgeous bed. My bed cover was light pink silk that flowed down the edges of my bed. It was one of the most expensive rooms in all the campus. Everyone wanted my room, but I told them all, as long as I pay rent, it’s mine.
It was very dark outside and all there was to guide me was the street lamps. The lamp bulbs needed to be changed. They hadn’t been changed in years, and they continually flickered off and on. I remember this night. It was one of the most terrifying nights of my life.
My college was close to New York. I had a gorgeous view of all of the city lights. That was another reason that everyone wanted my dorm. They wanted my gorgeous view. Even though you might think that it was noisy, it was actually quiet. All you could hear was the songs of the Broadway.
All I could smell was smoke. It was very cold outside, and a boy who liked me let me borrow his jacket. It was made of black leather.
I looked up in to the sky and saw smoke. There was a lot of smoke that came out from New York, so I just thought some was coming out from New York. There were a lot of rebellions and people that liked to start fires to ‘stick to the man’. I was terrified of what I saw next.
I saw my dorm in flames. I saw all kinds of things spray painted on to my wall. I saw things like ‘Are you going to still pay rent?’ I also so things like ‘nice view from down there right?’ All of the nasty comments really got to me. The cops never actually found out who burnt down my apartment, but I knew who did it.
It was Julie Fred. She had hated me ever since I could remember. She had always come in to my apartment just to see the view. I hated her. She was the rudest and most devious girl at our college. Anyway, she would find any way to have my gorgeous dorm.
That night, my dorm was set on fire by her and her posse. They burnt it down saying it was a sign of losing all valuable items in sacrifice. I knew that she did it because if she couldn’t have the dorm, no one could. She also didn’t want to admit that she had a crush on John Bill. John Bill had had a crush on me since our junior year of high school. She asked him out one day and he said he was to into me for a different relationship. She was outraged and wanted nothing to do with me.
I didn’t care about Julie Fred any more. I wanted nothing to do with her or her posse. I blocked everything they said to me after the fire out. I didn’t let them get to me. I still had rent paid for another 6 months so they let me have whatever dorm I wanted. I chose Julie’s dorm. She had a gorgeous dorm and then it was mine. Her planned really back fired.
She never got her dorm back. I kept her dorm for the next two years. I bet your wondering how. Charlotte threatened to sue the college. She I got to keep the dorm for two more years and Julie had to either move out completely, move in to the janitor’s old closet, or she could bunk with someone. She wouldn’t get to choose her roommate and it turned out to be this really nerdy girl and they bunked for two whole years. I loved watching her get her punishment that she truly deserved for all those years. Her popularity quickly declined and she was soon forgotten to her ‘so called friends’.
Julie used to be friends with Charlotte and I until she fell in love with Bill Wilson. He was one of the most popular boys at school, and he asked Julie one day. She was the happiest person on Earth. She gained many people who acted like her friends. Really they only liked her for her personality. She left behind Charlotte, Grace, and I. We were the best friends she would ever have. She didn’t care. She just wanted to be popular.
