Hi. My name is Samantha, but most people call me Sam. I'm about to tell you about the story of love and trust. Well, at least my story about love and trust.
It all started on my first day of collage. I was really nervous, like most people.
Now I know what your thinking. "Oh! This is just gonna be another stupid collage love story". Well BOY are you wrong! Okay, let's continue. Where was I? Oh right. Clears throat, I was really nervous, like most people. All alone, with a bunch of heavy boxes full of the stuff that was previously in your nice, cozy room. Just wanting to stay home with your parents where everything is familiar. But this is the real world. No more mommy waking you up in the morning, making you breakfast, saying "Have a nice day sweetie" as you walk out the door. That's all thrown out the window. This is the real world. This is college
I started walking into the big building. It was dark and cold inside. I could already tell this was gonna be a long 4 years. I went to my dorm room. "218" was the number. It had a mat in front that read "Welcome Home!" But this didn't feel like home. It didn't feel like home at all. It felt like a jail with a bunch of depressed kids throwing stupid, sorority parties and taking classes. Not a home.
I opened the door, hoping I would get a good roommate with a nice and clean room. But when I walked in, none of that was true.
In it was a boy! He had tattoos running down his arms, a leather jacket, sun glasses on inside, and smoking a cigarette.
""A BOY!" I exclaimed embarrassingly. "Relax," he said in a deep calm voice, "You look like you've never seen a boy before."
"Well, never in my ROOM!" I yelled. "I didn't expect to see you in my room either." he said in a sassy tone. "You must be in the wrong room" I said nervously. "I'll check." He said as he looked as his paper. "No. It says 218 on it!" He said confused. "Well, I checked mine and it says 218 as well. It must be a mistake. I'll go down to the office."
"Hey wait! Maybe we don't have to tell them?" He said in a seductive voice. "EW! You're disgusting!" I yelled at him. "You have no flipping chance with all dis!" I said in an angry tone. "Fine! I didn't even want to be with you anyway!" He said angered. I walked down to the office disgusted. At first I thought he was just a typical bad boy, but no, he's MUCH worse!
