Long Distance

Eve's Beginning

  "Fuck! My! Life!" I screamed as I slammed my head onto a pillow. "My IQ is high, I have money, friends, kind of a social life! What am I missing?!" I sighed, leaving the thought. Pushing aside my huge math book, I brought my laptop closer. How to find soulmate, typed into Google, nothing. "I'm forever alone.."
  You've got mail!
"..What the fuck? Mail? But I never get mail.." I opened my e-mails, found an unread one. It was from my college. They wanted me to study abroad for one year in France for diversity. I didn't understand, I spoke fluent French, being from Canada. But I accepted. I love France, though I've never been there. 
  A loud yell echoed in my ears as my roommates found their way inside. Peace and quiet, gone.
  "Dude! You are never going to believe what we just saw!!" The loudest yelled. She was tall, blonde, and the biggest airhead you can find. Loved partying, not so much school. Don't know how we became friends, honestly.
   I sighed. "What did you see, Jess?"
  "Damn, so unenthusiastic! Girl get some life into you!" Next to Jess was my other roommate. She was short and had very short brown hair. Alexa. Alexa was smart, but also dumb. Tall, yet short. Nice, yet mean. She was the epitome of contradictory. They both went out to get some coffee for us. At three in the afternoon. Now, I don't know about you guys, but to me three p.m coffee doesn't sound like coffee.
  "There was this guy outside the coffee shop who was super drunk and he thought the tree was his girlfriend!" Jess broke down in tears laughing so hard. Alexa quickly followed. I rolled my eyes, wondering exactly how the hell I ended up with these two as roommates.
  Packing up my laptop, I stand up from the table. "Heading to my room," I mumble, grabbing my coffee from them and trudging up the stairs. I barely made it to my bed before I passed out, from stress, exhaustion, and frustration.
 
   That was me an hour ago. Alexa and Jess made me come to some sorority party they were going to. I'm not much good at parties. It's too hard to socially interact with intoxicated classmates, not to mention what happened two months ago.
  Two months ago Jess and Alexa, yet again, dragged me to a party. I got a bit involved there, admittedly drinking some alcohol and maybe getting a bit drunk. Okay, well, a bit is a lie.
  We played truth or dare and me, being the person I am, chose dare. The frat boys all made up the dare and I had to do it, because you know, college is where you make friends for life, right?
  Wrong.
  They dared me to dye my hair green, permanently. And being intoxicated, I agreed. So now my long, once brown hair, is neon green. I regret it so much.
 

  My name is Eve. I'm nineteen, and already have finished two years of college. I don't converse with people because really it's useless when I'm going to keep in touch with five of them and only know the rest via Facebook after college.
  A pessimist, you could call me.
  You already know about the green hair, which was a mistake. Aside from the hair, I look like a stereotypical nerd, right? Big ass glasses, reads a ton, baggy sweatshirts, plays games in my spare time, you know how it is. Adding up these features makes me antisocial and sarcastic, which isn't necessarily a recipe for friendship. It's a miracle I have two friends alone, but they're not the ideal type to be friends with. Jess is from New York, so why she's going to college here in Canada, I don't know why. Same deal with Alexa, she's from Mexico. Why she's not still down there, I don't know.
   Those two are my only friends here, no one else. Until I met her.