The Roommate - Trillie

Chapter One - The Lost Journal

September 15th, Tuesday
My name is Billie Joe Armstrong. I am 19 years old, and starting college tomorrow. Honestly, I'm kinda stressed about it, but I'm sure I'll be fine... Right?
Anyway, I've got a lot to do in the morning so I'm gonna get some sleep.
– Beej

I finished writing for the night and threw down my journal on my wooden bedside table. I yawned tiredly. My suitcase rested on my blue sheets of my bed, as I continued to sleepily pack the rest of my belongings in it.

Suddenly, my mother walked in, smiling. "Billie! Are you almost done?" She asked.

"Yeah, almost." I replied, trying to cram the last of my clothes in the suitcase.

"Okay honey, just make sure you get to bed soon, you have a big day tomorrow!" My mother cheerfully chirped, clasping her hands together.

I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Goodnight, Mom.."

My mother tightly hugged me as I hugged her back. It was kind of funny, considering she was shorter than me.

"I'm gonna miss you so much.."

I put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm gonna visit whenever I can."

She kissed me on the cheek. "G'night, my beautiful, handsome, baby boy."

I sighed, and smiled. "See you in the morning." I called as she walked out.

Once I finished packing everything, I stuffed my journal in my case and zipped it shut. Ruffling my black hair, I sighed. I hope my first day of college won't be a complete disaster like high school was. After I showed up late for class on the first day of Freshman year, I realized that I had entered the completely wrong class. And if that wasn't bad enough, when I found my correct first hour, P.E., I had asked a couple of guys directions to the locker rooms, and they had led me to the girls' room instead. You can guess how that turned out...

Anyway, tomorrow was sure to be fun. I would meet new people, learn, and experience new things.

As I threw off my T-shirt and jeans and threw them in my basket, I climbed in bed and threw the covers over my body. Then, after a few minuets, I fell asleep.

                             •••

It was morning. I was walking through the giant busy airport, trying to find my way through the crowded people. I waited in line for what felt like hours. Eventually it was my turn, and I got my suitcase and guitar back from the luggage area and received a ticket to board my plane, flight #67. After a lot of walking and security systems, I entered the plane that would take me to Los Angles, California.

That would be a long way from home, New York.

I sat in my seat with my guitar in its case leaning against the wall, and my suitcase sitting under my seat near my feet. I listened to music while staring out the window, watching as the clouds grew closer, and closer, as we gradually rose up in the light blue sky.

                              •••

I woke up, and found myself still listening to music through my headphones, resting in the comfy airplane seat. I looked out the window, and realized it was nightime. Several stars gleamed through the small, glass window. How long had I slept for?