I sucked in a breath, eyes locked on Will- still holding my lacy underwear.
"Eep!" was all that came out of my mouth before fleeing back into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door right afterwards. I heard a knock on the door.
"Phoebe, I'm sorry! I'll leave now.." I heard footsteps retreating into the living room and out the dorm door. After I was sure it was safe, I opened the door to see a piece of paper on my bed, ontop of some clothes.
It read in neat cursive:
Sorry.
I sighed and slipped on the tank and sweats. I rolled around lazily untill a dark cherry color caught my eye.
A door.
A door for what? I asked myself. I cautiously approached the door, ready to open it when..
BAM!
It flew suddenly and crashed into the wall, revealing a suprised Amber.
"FREEZE!" she yelled. She opened her eyes and saw me.
"Oh, it's you Pheeb." she said, testing out the nickname she gave me recently.
She peered around a bit.
"Did you noticed the door?" she finally asked. I shook my head no.
"Strange, huh? I never noticed it until now." I told her. She just shrugged.
"Your room is pretty boring," she paused," but you probably don't have time to decorate with your friends and classes." Amber said sadly.
"That's not true, you can make friends. It might just take a while." I said with a reassuring smile. She looked up at me and grinned.
"Maybe you're right, I just have to wait for the right person." She spoke with determination quickly building.
"Now off you go, you are supposed to be in class!" I told her sternly. She pouted.
"But I told the teacher I was not feeling well. It's too late!" She said giggling. I rolled my eyes.
"There is no time to malinger. Go." I said seriously, pointing to the door that connected our rooms.
"Yeah, yeah Pheeb." she said, waving me off. I smiled and closed the door after her, feeling very joyous.
Maybe I might be able to spend time with my sister after all.
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Kinda Normal, Kinda Not (On Hold for Rewriting)
FantasyI'm Phoebe. I have special powers. Sort of like a superhero, no? Well, I was created for darkness, but I'm not planning on going gothic any time soon. I'm kind of normal, kind of not. Makes sense? No? Okay. I just happen to have magical powers...
