Profit

one.

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Me, myself and I. Alone in my dorm, reading a book, and playing quiet music as I scanned the pages one by one.

My grey comforter underneath my body made a comfortable cushion for me and my soft pillow resting behind my back gave me the needed support.

Currently, it was a Friday night. A night that's usually set out for a party. I've gone to a few, but not many that I've liked.

The only reason I find myself going is when my roommate, Michelle, drags me out of my bed and into the room full of alcohol and drunk students, or I had needed new people to observe for my own entertainment.

It sounds creepy, don't get me wrong - I know, but I like to figure people out. It's like a secret super power of mine. With just one glance, I seemed to have seen one's life.

Sometimes I'm wrong, but as I go on I remember certain actions that make them different. Almost like different groups. The studies, the party-goers, the don't care kind of people, and the I don't know how I got here group. I think it's funny, but when I find those that seem sad, it makes me feel sad too, not in general, but for them.

I turn my head to face the clock on my nightstand, reading at about 4:27. Michelle should be here soon. Her last class ends around 4:30, but sometimes she goes for coffee with her boyfriend after.

As I return to my book, I found myself not in interest anymore.

Again I was bored, and decided to head to the showers to refresh myself.

I pull myself off of my twin bed and into my bathroom where I grabbed a white towel. I also brought a small water-proof bag that carries my shampoo, conditioner, and more toiletries.

Just as I was about to head out, the door opened to reveal Michelle herself.

"You're back early." I say as her eyes meet mine, standing in the bathroom doorway.

"Class ended a bit faster than expected so Mac let us out." She replies, dropping her bags next to her own bed and sitting down.

"Stupid question but-"

"No, I'm not coming to the party tonight." I cut her off. She asks this every Friday.

"I was gonna ask if you finished that project for your journalism class. But that does answer my question I was going to ask after." She giggles slightly.

"Oh, then yeah. I did." I laugh along with her.

Before heading out, I say, "I'm going to take a shower."

She just nods and occupies herself with the screen of her phone. I close the door behind myself and hum along to Second Nature by Stalking Gia.

The hallway remained silent except for the loud sound of music as I passed few rooms.

Finally, I reached the showers and heard the patting sound of water against the tile floors.

I find an open shower and turn on the water, waiting until it got warm to strip off my clothes and let the water clean my skin.