My Dance Tutor (NEW)

CH 4: Roommates

So little readers! I'm crying now. :( 

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"Hi." I entered my dorm room after a hot, relieving shower, tired of my day. I was the last to wash, so all my roommates are already inside.

"OMG, Amélie is going to share a room with us?" A girl with frizzly red hair, freckles, and hazel eyes jumped up from her lime green and pink beanbag chair, delighted. She wore cute white PJs that had with cherries on them. 

The other girl, who was splayed on her purple-black velvet sheets like a kitten, also looked up from her texting and gasped. "That's so cool!" Even her pajamas screamed goth and emo. It was of a skull tee and checkered pants, which really matched her obviously-dyed light black hair. She was utmostly pretty, with peircings on her ears and eyebrow. In addition to all that, her delicate pale face made her a one hundred percent living vampire.

"Sit down! Sit down!" cried the adorable redhead, gesturing energetically at another patterned chair, "I can't believe this. I'm finally getting your autograph!" I acquiesced, even though I really wanted to carry on with arranging my stuff since I was a little rushed earlier today, but if I rejected her, I have a feeling that she'll burst into unhappy tears.

"I'm sooo super glad you're here, Amélie Alekseyevna! OMG, I can't believe I'm talking to you! OMG, I can't believe I just talked to you about talking to you! OMG..." Around her hyper self was scraps of patterned paper, stickers, scissors, and markers; on her lap was a huge, thick, opened scrapbook. "Please sign this please!" She handed me a crown-shaped paper cut-out, and prompted me to sign it with a thin marker. 

Oh shit. I have absolutely have no idea what Amélie's signature looks like! Well, she doesn't too...but then I can't just randomly make one up on the spot, and have to remember it later to sign for the others, or if she wanted me to sign it twice.

"Sure, but what about you let me see that scrapbook first?" I said, trying to delay it, "it looks interesting." I smiled. 

"Oh yeah! I'm sooo selfish! I know you must've wanted us to treat you like a friend instead, right?" I nodded enthusiastically. "Okay! Lemme show you!" 

The goth girl threw her Samsung Note 2 away and came over as well. "You have to see my column, er...Amélie err...Alekseyevna...it's really cool." 

I nearly laughed out loud. It's a bit like, 'hey, Jessie J, want an ice cream?' I sensed her awkwardness. It's weird calling a person's full name in a sentence when you are speaking to that person, and especially if that person is a celebrity and especially if the name is long, complicated, and unnecessary. You know.  "Guys, don't call me that. I go by Amé and Am." Or Em and Emy, if you want, but with a Russian touch. 

She grinned, "Kay, Am. I'm Riles."

"And I'm Lillie!" Lillie looks super excited, "I love love love calling you Amé! Oh, and don't listen to Riley. My column is wayy awesomer." She stuck a tongue at Riles and Riles in turn threw her a pillow, laughing, "That's not true! Let's let Amé decide." 

Lillie flipped the scrapbook back to its front page. It was wrapped with a few tufts of white tutu strips, the word 'SCRAPBOOK DORMIES' made with peach-colored ribbons. Rose petals lined the sides, and a thick silver chain hanging a crystal key and a ballet shoe charm was adhered to the left, trailing over the 'S' of the 'SCRAPBOOK'.

She then opened it to the first page: Written in cursive, was- 

'Hi guysss! This year, we dormies decided to create a scrapbook, recording all of our happy times here. We all believe that being dormmates meant that we're all of a strong, strong bond, and us, as the Room 267, will hereby present our truly awesome selves! <3' It is obvious that Lillie herself wrote them.