Our Secret

New Arrival Part 1

3rd Person Perspective:

                  The dirty blond rolled onto campus on a warm September morning. She had a more or less permanent smirk on her face, pleased with a long yet productive summer. Having spent her days in the weight room, on the field, the wall, and the ice she was prepared for another successful three seasons. She parks outside the upperclassman dorm, thanking the RAs as they gave her the key to her room. 21B. "Glad to be back," Isa grins. The RAs smile and nod as they help her unload her luggage.

               She steps into the building, immediately greeted by the lobby's high archway and dazzling chandelier. With a duffel bag in each hand she gracefully hops up the stairs skipping every other step. Her pace slows to marvel at the stained glass windows before continuing to the top floor.

Isa's Perspective:

            I've always loved the smell of Wendover. The fresh flowers and cut grass of the quad. The subtle scent of some of the more ancient buildings reminiscent of pages of an old book that you could just barely detect, even when trying. I love it. Finally I get to stay in the most coveted building on campus: The girl's upperclassmen dorm. I start to understand why as I push open the door to my room. It's massive. My stomach drops as I see my roommate. "Oh," I smile, "You scared me, I didn't expect anyone else to come this early..." Her brown hair is tied up in a messy bun. Her oversized Carolina blue tee hides her shorts. Most noticeably she's really pretty. Thank god she looks normal. I can't deal with a weirdo roommate for an entire year. "I'm Isa, by the way." I put down my bags and offer a handshake. She takes my extended hand. "Madison..." She smirks and points to my sports equipment. "I love your lacrosse stick, I have the same one in all black but the all white looks dope too. The sweet spot is honestly overpowered it feels like a boys stick." My face lights up at the mention of lacrosse. Of course she has the same interests as me. I can tell we're going to be best friends already. I laugh, "No way! Yeah its great, people keep telling me I'm great at lacrosse but honestly its just my stick." She giggles as she continues to fold her clothes into her drawer, "What other sports do you play Isa?" I smile when she uses my name. I love when people do that. "Field hockey, hockey, and obviously lacrosse." I say pointing to my lacrosse stick. She stops folding her clothes. "No fucking way..." She smiles and turns to me. "Me too! I love that for us." She smirks, shakes her head and goes back to folding. "Watch you be a night person, cuz I go and to sleep and wake up early so if you you're up late than this perfect roommates idea falls apart..." I shake my head, "This is just straight up getting ridiculous..." I focus on organizing my socks. "Like... God?" I say looking up. "Was this you?" She laughs.

We form a super close friendship from there. We are the duo in every single sport we play. Walking to classes together, eating lunch with our group. We told each other EVERYTHING. Everything changed one night in February.