The Evils of Panties (Slow Updates)

Prologue

Sang's POV:

The summer rain is coming down hard outside. Days like this really suck not having a roommate. I don't know how I got a 6 person room all to myself, but it's kind of lonely. I guess I should be used to it by now. All my life I have been alone. Even at home my stepmother wanted nothing to do with me, unless it was to take out her anger for her husband's unfaithfulness. My face a constant reminder, and since I'm simply the bastard child that never asked for my father to cheat on her, I must be punished. Constantly. I shake my head at the memories. I definitely prefer being here to being at home. Granted, I'm not sure where that "home" is anymore. I haven't been back to see any of them, or heard from them, since I was dropped off at the gates with all of one suitcase containing my entire life and debit card with my name on it from my dad. Kind of sad isn't it? But, I like spending my holidays and vacations here. It's a year-round school anyway, and although the abuse is bad, it's easier to stay away from it than it is my stepmother's. Here I'm invisible. There, I wish I was. Hell is so much better than home. If I had roommates would they think that too? Probably not. They would reveal in vacations I'm sure. We still have a week left of our three week summer break. So I'm here, in a mostly empty giant boarding school. It's quiet, and can be nice, but at the same time I crave a friend. I want someone to share my secrets, hopes and dreams with. I want what I read about with best friends. I have acquaintances. The partners for projects, or gym, but real friends? No. I just-I'm awkward. One more year Sang. That's my motto. One year and I'm gone. One year and I don't have to worry about my awkward friendship making skills. It won't matter once I leave. Granted I don't know where that will bring me. I just know it won't be to my parent's doorstep. One more year of loneliness and then I can explore the world, and maybe get the touch of everything that I really crave. Maybe that friend.

I sigh as I listen to the rain. The quiet has started to suffocate me, and these thoughts aren't really helping. Maybe cooking will help? I think as I grab my keys. Making my way out of the door, I lock it behind me and make my way down to the kitchen. The school has two separate sets. At the back of the school is the dorms, and after you walk out of those at the front are the classrooms, cafeteria, and offices. The dorms are separated by how many beds are in the room. Bigger room, means farther away from the classrooms. I honestly should've been moved to the one-bedrooms towards the front, or at least into a different dorm when my sister and the other girls graduated. I find myself wondering again how I got stuck in that room, lonely and with too much space. I can't say I miss the girls that moved out though. I just wish for some company. The roommate that can fill the silence. One that can hopefully say an entire sentence that doesn't include the word 'like'. Lucky for me, each dorm has their own small kitchen on the first floor, next to the common area. I say lucky for me because that means less chance of running into Headmistress Helga Shaw, or as we refer to her, Satan. If this is Hell, and she is the one in charge what else kind of name do you expect? I start to ponder what to make as I look through the cabinets. I smile brightly as I see cookie dough at the back of the fridge. Chocolate chip, and while not as good as homemade, it is so much easier. Plus, I can swipe a few bites of the cookie dough myself. I grab a pan, cooking spray, and set the oven. Washing my hands, I turn on the radio we have sitting on the counter and zone out, letting my inner-chef and fake pop-singer take over.

About 30 minutes later I take out my freshly made cookies and put them on a plate to cool. Swiping about five I leave the rest in the common room for the other girls that are stuck here over break. On my way back up to the room I wonder what else I can do in the silence. If only I had a roommate. I think, but as soon as I reach my door I see a note folded and taped to it. Weird.

Dear Ms. Sorenson,

Next week you will be receiving 4 new students as roommates. They will be arriving two days before classes resume, so please be prepared. You will be expected to show them around, and acclimate to this new environment. Their welcome packets and uniforms will be delivered to your room the night before their scheduled arrival.