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"I'm gonna miss you sweetie" My mum cries.
"I will too" I hug her.
"Por favor, tratar de dejar de fumar. Para mi ?" She pleads holding my arm. (Please try and stop smoking. For me dear?)
If your thrown of by the change of language. don't be. My mum is part Spanish and she tries so hard to make us speak it. But me and my siblings have more of my dads religion in us.
When he was younger he vacationed in Florida and met my mum. That's where they would marry and start a family. It's also my home town.
"Mum how many times do I have to say this. I cant. Maybe one day. alright" I reassure her.
"Flight 346 boarding now"
"Bye mum. Love you" I hug her one last time.
"I love you too"
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I stretch out my arms as I exit the taxi.
Here I am. UCLA. Finally endeavouring in law school to become a lawyer. With an almost perfect GPA of 3.6. (That's like 90% right?)
The driver hands me my luggage and I pay him for the journey.
Walking in through the big doors of the dorm building will be a first memory when I look back at my time at UCLA.
I make my way to the front desk and wait to be told my room number.
The majority of my friends (aka all of them) have enrolled into different collages, leaving me all alone.
I don't really mind it though. It shows them that I spent time on my studies instead of going to multiple parties a week.
Room 69
I laugh at my room number and then think. 'they really have this many dorm apartments?'. Well yes they do. They have 600 counting. A big collage means a lot of people.
"Um if you don't mind. could you tell me who ill be sharing the dorm apartment with?" I ask the lady.
"I'm not so sure" She fake smiles. I nod and smile at her. Trying not to be rude. I turn on my heels and make my way over to the elevators because ain't nobody got time for stairs. Plus. let me tell you. Stairs and luggage don't mix to well together. Trust me, I would know.
The door open with a 'ding' and I enter it. I click the button to the floor my apartment is on and the doors shut.
I could hear faint yells from the lobby. It sounded like a guys voice.
The murmured voice says words like "I cant be rooming with a girl" and "This is absolute shit". The rest I couldn't hear due to the fact that I'm in an elevator, going up 2 floors.
The doors open and I exit, dragging my luggage behind me.
Room 69
I come across. A boring brown door.
I unlock it using the key and push it open.
I place my luggage down by the door and tour the house.
The kitchen is a good size. White themed, blue black splash, mar-ball countertops.
The little dining area. Pretty cute.
Living room. Big. Tall windows. White and blue themed. I see the theme of this dorm apartment is white and blue.
Guest bathroom. Once again. White and blue.
First bedroom. Okay size. Nice double bed. A nice desk. Small vanity. A mirror. Big window. A decent sized wardrobe. Small bathroom with a shower.
Second bedroom. Exactly the same.
Overall this is a pretty good dorm apartment.
I hear keys jingle and I see the door open.
A tall guy with brown hair and eyes walks through the door. Looking as angry as ever. It literally looked as if he could kill someone.
Not exactly what I expected for a roommate but ok. I guess.
"Hi my name's-" I start.
"I don't care what you name is, you will not speak, nor look at me. got it?" He barks. Not literally tho, calm down.
"Toshe" I roll my eyes.
I take the room closest to the kitchen, with the nicest view. And in my eyes the bigger one.
I pack my cloths away into the nice drawers, place my makeup on and in the vanity, put my bathroom essentials in the bathroom, change the sheets on the bed, hang up pictures and decorate my room. I guess what you would call 'Tumblr' style.
I pack the kitchen with my 'Tumblr' stuff. Like blender, utensils, cloths, ect. (This is like the cliché Tumblr apartment)
I decorate the little dining table.
Add pillows and decorations to the living room.
Then wala! I'm done.
I nod my head in approval and clap my hands together, stretching them out.
"Hey mami" I squeal showing my accent.
"Hey baby" She answers back with her strong-ish accent.
"I decorated the whole apartment and it looks so good!" I cheer.
"Im orgulloso de ti bebé. Moviendo por su cuenta. Ya te extraño. Tu padre me va a llevar a una fecha de captura especial tan mal que hasta en eso más adelante. Te amo mi flor especial". She says. (I'm proud of you baby. Moving on your own. I already miss you. Your father is taking me on a special date so ill catch you up on that later. I love you my special flower.)
"Mami te quiero bien. Diviertete esta noche" (Ok mami I love you. Have fun tonight)
I hang up the call and place my phone in my hoodies pocket.
"Okay in this apartment. We speak English" Whatever his name tells me walking back into his room.
"wait. what's your name?" I ask.
"jack" He says and walks into his room slamming the door shut.
"aren't you gonna ask for mine?" I mumble.
"Nope!"
In case you were wondering. Its Natalia Lopez. Nat for short. Or Nati.
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