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Miraculously, his things fitted in the room. Never thought this room would be that big. Rubrub is actually avoiding him when he passes by my furball. I didn't train him but I love what he is doing right now. "What's your name again?" He asks and Rubrub screeches. "You first. I maybe an extrovert, but I still don't trust strangers. Let alone who is asking my name." He frowned and I grinned. "If you don't remember my name, it's Anton," he tucked both of his hands into his pockets.
I tilted my head a little bit. "Kate. But we're still not on the first-name basis." I said as if I was giving an order. He chuckled. "Fine, Miss....?" "Wills." He shrugged and continued putting his bags into the room.
"Why do you have so many things?" I asked. "I'm studying in Burnham University. And my mom and dad are so overprotective that they almost packed me my whole room." He explained. "Almost...?" I asked, interested. He chuckled again. "Tell me something about you first, Ms. Willis."
I rolled my eyes. "I also study in Burnham. My course is Architecture, blah, blah, blah." I muttered. He smirked. "My mom let me study here. She thought my future would be a success if I study here." I said with a groan.
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"Rub! Come here! Your food is ready!" I called out to my cat. Mr. Brown is reading a book about Star Wars or something. "Aren't Star Wars for kids or something?" I teased. "Shush! Phasma and Keldo are arguing!" Phasma? Keldo? Who the heck are these people? I nodded. Not as agreement, but to end it there.
"You're hungry aren't you?" I said to my pet. Rubrub just purred.
I walked out of the room. Just to get some fresh air. "Where are you going, Ms. Willis?" Brown asked. "To the park." I answered as I walked away.
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"Thanks. Love you, bye!" I hung up. Tomorrow's a Monday. I have to wake up at 6:00. "Hey Brown. What time do you wake up?" I asked him. He was in the living room watching 'Nanatsu No Taizai'.
I can see that he wasn't taking his studies seriously. Unlike me. You must thank me that I have patience, Mister.
And tomorrow's another day. I frowned at the thought.
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Room 3791
Short StoryMy life began in my dorm, almost as if like it was a coincidence. And this is how I can remember it: I opened the door and saw a young man. Kinda like my age, but taller. He was trying his key on my doorknob. "Sorry! Is this room 3791?" He asked. "...
