Loving Them Both

One foot

I'm standing in Brooklyn just waiting for something to happen. I can't help but look thinking that everyone doesn't get it. To my left is a window (where did I go). My reflection just blends in to rows of coal, and bad ideas, but ideas nonetheless, and so. I put one foot I front of the other one. I don't need a new love or a new life, just a better place to die. I put one foot I front of the other one, I don't need a new love or a new life just a better place to die.

One Foot- Fun.

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Across the street was the beginning of everything. An all writing school. The school of my dreams.

Putting one foot in front of the other I made my way across the street and onto campus. I walked up the the register table. There was a girl there, she seemed like a student, volunteering. But something was off about her. Her face was shiny and looked pink and glittery. She wore a dress that came mid thigh and was white and pink. And she had wings on her back. Was it costume day or something?

"Are you here to register?" She asked. A clear British accent. Her voice was sweet like honey and chimed like bells. She seemed as if she had never done anything wrong in her life.

I cleared my throat. "Yes." I said.

"Name."

"Veronica Stewart."

Her eyes widened. "Oh we have heard a lot about you. Here are your keys your dorm number should be on the key chain and lucky for you, you're roommate isn't their yet, so you get first dibs." She smiled.

I smiled back and was on my way. I kept my head down and made my way to my room with my luggage trudging behind me. I got to my room and told a deep breath. I opened the door and to my surprise, it was huge. It was probably as big as a decent sized one story house. There was two different bedrooms, a kitchen. Not a kitchenette, but an actual kitchen. A living room and two bathrooms. The dorm was already furnished there was a made bed in both bedrooms with a dresser, closet, and nightstand. There was also a lamp and curtains. The living room had a couch, flat screen TV, and a coffee table. The Kitchen had a full sized refrigerator, a full length counter, a sink and cabinets. And off to the left, a pantry.

This place was incredible. It was definitely not like a dorm America would have. There was a knock at the door and I heard it open.

"Knock knock." A voice said.

A girl entered the dorm and to my relief she didn't look like a character out of Tinkerbell and the Fairy Princess Rescue. She looked normal.

"Ello love, did you pick a room already?" She asked.

"Um not in was just looking..." I trailed off.

"I see. Do you mind if I pick mine?"

"No not at all."

"Are you American?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"That's something you don't see everyday. I'm Taylor." She held her hand out. I shook it.

"Veronica, but call me Ronnie."

"Ronnie. I like it." She smiled.

She picked up her luggage and carried them to the room closest to the front door. Lucky for me I got the room in the back which is the one I was going to pick in the first place.

"So the first week we have no classes, but we get to wander around the school and come up with a good routine." She said. But she was only gone for about a minute.

"Did you unpack all of your stuff that fast?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yes."

"How?" She had about 5 bags of stuff.