A while back I asked my African American friend if she wanted to go KFC's, she got REALLY offended and stated I was a racist! What was that all about? Touchy! So I got her a stuffed animal as an "I'm sorry gift" because I might have said something wrong accidentally. So I gave it to her and she said (and I quote) "You racist! You got me a stuffed animal? Do you know what stuffed animals are filled with? Do you?! Well, in case you don't they're filled with cotton! Do you know what the black slaves picked? Cotton! Cotton!!! You just called me a slave!" That day I learned an important lesson: If you're going to give someone a gift it's easier to just give them money.
Ariana didn't move, she stood in awe. Or more likely, she stood in fear. Her roommate had blond hair and bright purple extensions. She wore a shirt that read,"I be a Bad Bitch" and leopard tights. Four inch heels finished of the look. She shook her head. It's just a look, it's wrong to make a quick assumption just because of someone's wardrobe. Or obviously false chesticles. Her roommate looked up,"Oh hey." The other girl didn't know how to respond, what should she respond? Ariana wasn't exactly the very best at making friends, like her therapist stated she was socially awkward," Um.. Hi." Oh no. Was that too childish? I'll try again,"Eh em. Hey!" The blonde stared at her for a second," Oh you're one of the... nervous ones." Ariana tilted her head like a dog does when it's confused, "I'm sorry." Ariana responded.
"Don't be. I'm Trish." There was a short silence. Trisha rolled her eyes," What's your name?" She asked, somewhat annoyed.
"Oh, I'm Ariana." She looked down, trying not to make eye contact.
"Nice, but if you wanna' be respected in college you've gotta stand your ground. Or people are gonna walk all over you in here, in fact they'll walk over you in life over all." Trish didn't show any indication of care as she said this.
"What do you mean?"
Trisha scoffed," You're too nice is what I'm saying."
Ariana din't respond, she did think though. Too nice? Too nice? You just met me a minute ago and you're already judging me? You know NOTHING about me. She felt offended, angry, but then she realized she made her own assumptions of Trish just by her appearance. But she at least didn't state them out loud. Trish looked at her mobile phone,"I gotta go." She left the room. The read hed stood, motionless,"Come on, I can't let a simple human being ruin my year."
She heard a knock on the door. Opening it slowly and peeked out,"Dad!" A smile overtook her face. "Hey sweetie." Behind him was her sister Kayla who was dressed head to toe for the party. Ariana pushed her glasses against her eyes and hugged her father while Kayla simply looked at her phone. Her father looked out the window, "I'm so happy for you girls! What are your roommates like?" He asked, sitting down on a white chair close to Ariana's black, empty desk. Kayla kept her eyes on her phone,"She's cool. She's going into literature and we're going to that party together." Ariana didn't know what to say about her roommate,"She's really umm... different." The elder sister (Kayla was older by one year) turned of her mobile," George, you wanna' go to IHOP?" She always called her father by his first name, they didn't have such a close relationship. At least not as close ans him and the younger girl. He nodded his head,"IHOP it is."
