The Dancer and The Beatboxer

                

                My name is Karen Baybee Reedus, i'm 18 i have chocolate brown mid length hair with sky blue eyes. Also i'm a new freshman at Barden University majoring in Dance and Music.

         My best friend is Jesse Swanson who is also a freshman, who currently thinks that i'm going to Maryland School of Arts in Baltimore, Maryland. I decided to surprise him with my true college choice since we both wanted to stay close.

        Once the taxi pulled up to an overcrowded driveway of the Barden University, i knew this was going to be difficult to get through,

        “um, can you let me out here? i doubt you're going to get through this mess.” i said already opening the car door and stretching as the cabbie driver got out and opened the trunk, a bay around my age quickly made his way to us and started piling up my bags on the trolley he had, i didn't really worry about anything since i already had my laptop case and messenger bag with me.

Before i could really take in the view of the school a preppy blonde girl skipped up to me,

        “Hey! welcome to Barden University! What dorm?” she asked with a big fake smile on her face

“uhh, baker Hall” i said slightly creeped out of her overly cheery attitude.

        “okay, so what’cha gonna do is…” i zoned out as she continued to ramble about the different ways to get to Baker Hall, well until she shoved a small whistle in my face

        “And heres your official BU Rape whistle, Don't blow it unless its actually happening” she finished with a smile that just looked so fake it had to hurt.

i raised an eyebrow and took the whistle, putting it in my pocket

        "thank you...i think..." i said as i slowly stepped away from her

               i grabbed my case and shifted my bag as i walked away, following the guy with my stuff since i guess he knew where he was going.

After a good ten minutes we made it to my room, when i opened my door i saw a girl my height with light brown hair setting up what look like a mini DJ studio on her desk

        “Hey, you must be my new roommate, I'm Beca Mitchell.” she said smiling slightly.

        i smiled and waved “Yes Hello, Im Karen Reedus, nice to meet you.”

        Nice to meet you too, nice accent by the way, British?” she asked as i put my shit on my bed.

        “Hmm, its a mix really, my dad was British American and my mum is Irish American.” I told her

        After about half an hour Becca and i found out we both are passionate about music and  i was all done unpacking so now i was sitting on my bed with my laptop listening to music files debating i should call jess and let him know im here, when a knock sounded at the door