Still a little sour from my previous conversation with Warren I lugged my suitcase down the corridor past dorm rooms full of students and friends, into the final door on the top floor. My dorm.
I let the familiar settings sink in as I crossed the lounging area. Laughing at the plastic apples as I passed the kitchenette. Finally stopping outside my bedroom door. Home at last. Settling my bags against the door, in hope of freeing my hands to find my key, the swung open its self. Panic shot through me as I thought of both my expensive and personal items tucked inside.
Arming myself with my purse I wedged open the door with my foot, slowly making my way inside. Glancing upon my familiar duchess and study desk, all seemed well. Suddenly a sharp movement caught my eye as four half naked boys leaped out from behind my bed with a giant inflatable rabbit. A chorus of words came from their mouth including phrases such as, “Surprise!” “Welcome back!” and “We're Naked!”
Blood boiled in my veins as I caught sight of my roommates standing before me.
“YOU BROKE INTO MY ROOM!” Suddenly their faces turned down as anger radiated around the room.
“My room! My Space. You spent the entirety of last semester in here! I just got back! My space! Now get OUT!”
“Fuck it, I'm going for a work out at the gym.”
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Saint Peters Academy, My Fathers Private Boarding School for Boys.
Novela JuvenilI look back at how far I have come this year. Moving half way accross the world, Leaving my friends and my life back in New Zealand. I often wonder what would have happend if I hadnt run off that first night. Would I still be back there? Still with...
