Moment: Lost in the Past

Chapter 1

  I arrive at my assigned dorm room from my freshman orientation, and there was no one in there. My roommate’s bed is already fixed, and has already settled in. On her side of the wall are posters after posters of Asian (maybe Korean?) male and female groups. Ugh, alien these days. I know for sure, judging by her side of the room, she is very girly.

            I’m humming out a tune while unpacking my suitcase when the door opened revealing an Asian-ie looking kind of girl dressed in a very “unique” way. She has an hombre kind of hairstyle. She’s very tall and skinny that I can tell she is a model or maybe has done modeling her life. She is listening to something while singing the lyrics of it, which I don’t understand by the way, and seems kind of oblivious in her surroundings. I watch her putting her eye liner on and maybe that’s when she notices someone else’s presence in the room. She jumped a little bit when she turns around at me smearing the liner across her eyebrows.

            “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you”, gesturing my hands apologetically.

            “Oh my God! Look what you’ve done, you messed with my make-up you little four-eyes”, she says in a rather half yell.

            I opened my mouth to answer but I was caught off-guard and no words came out. If I was a freshman in high school, that remark would sting the hell out of me. But now? I treat it more of a compliment.

“Loosen up Girl! I’m messing with you.” She smiles then winks at me. She wipes the smear away and in a span of blink of an eye, she’s done and I continue unpacking. So much for introduction.

            But, I was proven wrong about her rudeness when she came to my side an pat my shoulder in a child-like way. She is gorgeous and almost like a Chinese doll after a little time of face manipulation.

            “Annyeong hassaeyo!”, she then bows then extends her hand. “I’m Irene Kim. Sorry about that little act I put on a while ago, I’m sure it almost convinced you”.

            “Pretty much. My name is Izzy Mattews.”

            “Well, can’t blame you. I won’t be the head of the Theater Club this year for nothing.”

            “Oh, so you’re a stage actress then?”

            “Yep. And a model, and a ballet dancer, half Korean, only child, and chocoholic. What about you? By the way, I like your glasses.”

            “I’m Izzy, and I’m just me. I don’t have much affiliation as you, but I am a Chemistry major.”

            “Really?’’ She blinks for a couple of times. “No offense meant, I mean, judging by your four-eyes, but why chemistry? It’s brain-damaging.”

            “Why theater?”. I say with a smile while adjusting my glasses.

            “You’re weird, Izzy,” she said as she turns around and gathers her things in her purse. “I like weird because modeling is weird, ballet dancing routines for those who don’t understand are weird, people think Koreans are a little weird, and I’m a skinny chocoholic which is awesomely weird.”

            “Okay. If you say weird one more time, I’ll throw up”, I say as I pay a glance at her.

            “Why? What’s with the word ‘weird’?”, she says in a half laugh and I laugh a little along with her. “No answer”.“Okay, Weird, I’ll let you be alone for now and let you finish unpacking. I’ll see you later!” She bows at me and head straight outside the door.