Housemates (COMPLETE)

College

"Oh Roo, baby!"

My mother pulled me in tight for a great big bear hug.

I've always hated it when she called me Roo. At some point, she called me kanga - roo. It was fun when I was ten.

"Mom, you'll suffocate the poor girl. Leave her be."

My older sister, Sienna, walked into the kitchen - banana in hand.

"She'll be fine. I'll be there most of the day." She casually said peeling her banana but deep down I know she's scared for me as well.

My sisters thirty-one and she works at Ramford College (the one I'm starting at) as an English Lit. professor. I know, so young. She's always been the smart one out of us, a prodigy in fact. She started speaking at seven months and drawing and kind-of-writing at 2.

We're only twelve years apart in age but somehow she's a million times smarter and wiser than me.

"Only on weekdays, for six hours. And she's not even in any of your classes!"

My mom sobbed still clinging onto me, talking about me as if I weren't right there.

I went upstairs while they continued their chat about me.

You know, what if they're right? How ever am I supposed to survive there if nobody understands me. I even have a roommate by the way.

Yeah

Some friend of Sienna's brother who's going to a different college than me but we're sharing an apartment.

"Roo! Are you ready?!"
My mom called me from downstairs

I grabbed my backpack and my luggage and heaved it down.

"Oh sweetie, I can't believe this. You're all grown up and going off to College..." She started sobbing

Sienna honked from her car outside. She had to drive all the way from where she lives which is by the college which is outside town.

You may be wondering why I don't just share with Sienna. Paul is the problem. Sienna's boyfriend. They live together and he annoys the crap out of me.

All these remarks on my speech difficulties.

Sienna says he's just kidding but I take things like that to heart.

I'm not 100% okay with who I am. I want to be like the other girls who have friends and who go to parties and go to public school. I definitely don't want a boyfriend if they're going to be like Paul.

I looked at my mom who was waving goodbye as I get into Sienna's convertible.

I don't wave

I don't smile

I don't cry

I just look as Sienna drives away.

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Picture of Sienna