I feel something fall on me. As I open my eyes, each second my surroundings blurs a little less. I see the fallen object. Pills for I don't know what. A second later my roommate hands me a drink.
Wait, hold on. Roommate? I haven't seen her once I started this school and it started a month ago. I don't even see her in the night when I suddenly wake up in the middle of the night yet alone morning. This must be a hallucination or something but I know it's reality.
"Levi, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." A medium height girl with really thick black hair approaches me with a huge grin.
"I think I am seeing a ghost." I gulp.
Is that who I think it is? Sure her hair colour is different but it's still thick. Her defined features. I sure do remember them. Her wide eyes with her her signature luxed eyeliner surrounded by her long lashes. It is her.
"Aura!" I scream a bit too loud as I jump out the bed to hug her.
Wow, this school has been driving me crazy. I don't like hugging. I quickly wince back in disbelief.
"You weren't the only one with plans." She winks at me, reminding me of her proud expression on results day when Tatia & her discovered that I wasn't enrolling with them.
She gestures the glass of water and pill so I quickly shove the pill in my mouth, drinking water to swallow it. Mmm, the taste of H20.
"So, what brings you here?" I challenge."Now, that's none of your business." She grins at me.
"Oh, woah, someone's being mysterious. Sorry for asking." I raise my hands in surrender.
We both giggle in unison. I've missed her.
"Let's go to class!" She cheers.
"Aura," I make direct eye contact with her. "It's Sunday."
All she does is laughs at me as if I'm the stupid one. What am I missing?
"You've barely been socializing. Come gets dressed, we're going to school!" She cheers once again.
I refuse to get up unless she tells me why on Earth we are going to school on a Sunday. Continuously, I shake my head as an indication that I'm waiting for answers.
"Okay!" She finally cracks. "It's like a study session minus the studying."
I raise an eyebrow at her but she carries on.
"There's food, there are books, there's students, it's like a secret organisation but we don't really organize anything." She smiles at me, trying to make it seem appealing.
"So, socializing?"
She nods and I mimic a barf.
"You know, there might be pizza..." She appeals, empathizing 'pizza' and I slowly get sucked in.
"Urgh, you lot are so sad going to school on a Sunday!" I groan, reaching for my clothes but then I realize that I was in yesterday's outfit.
"You'd be surprised with who you see." She winks.
"I barely know anyone." I throw my pillow at her.
She just hums and walks to her phone while I get dressed. Seriously, who goes to school on a Sunday? That is just sad. Hold on, I'm one of those people now. I am just sad. What am I doing with my life?
God knows.
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It's Only Gossip
ChickLitImagine your typical, teen student in highschool resisting the urge to consistently blurt out the truth. She's quite known, well respected, and open minded. Now imagine that same teen stuck in a college filled with stereotypical rich snobs. Yes, we...