Costal Adventure

05 | Jemima

    After knocking, and then opening the doors of room 18 & 19 to find them empty, Jemima figured their room was the last on their floor. She strode over to the open door of room 16. Then strode next door to room 14 as quickly as she could. In room sixteen, she'd found Faith was lying on the floor painting her nails, blasting music. That is a bad taste in music, Jemima thought as she walked away. Poor Alexis was just lying on her bed, earbuds in, scrolling on her phone, dozing slowly. Next door, she found Alaska's room. How she knew? She spotted Alaska's boots on the floor, her pack of cigs on her desk, and the phone Jemima gave her, next to that. A hot girl lay on the other bed, and shot Jemima a glare when she looked up from her laptop. She had a blue boob tube on, paired with black leather pants, a tan that looked fake, and long, bleached blonde hair.

    "Can I help you?" She asked, snapping the screen down.

    "Um, hey? I'm Jemima, I live on this floor, 17. Thought I'd say hi."

    "Right." She flicked her hair. "Well, I'm Astrid. Astrid Johnson." She opened her laptop back up, and started typing.

    "Well I know when I'm not wanted. Bye." Barely a bob of her head was her reply. Jemima just rolled her eyes and walked out. Airhead. She glanced around. Opposite was room thirteen. She went back one to fifteen. She approached the door, knocked twice, then called out, "I'm coming in, I hope y'all are decent," and opened the door. Inside, a chick with luscious brown curls and a deep brown skin tone, and a cute, pale orange, flapper skirt dress sat at a desk, reading a book. On one of the beds, a girl with perfect porcelain skin, big blue eyes, and gorgeous dark strawberry blonde hair, dressed in a purple denim skirt, and a tight midriff white top, just laying on the bed. She sat up when Jemima leaned against the door frame, still eating, and the brown haired girl looked up from the book, a finger placed under a line. Jemima waved her fork at them. "Hey, I'm Jemima. Just getting to know my neighbours. Room 17."

    "Hi, I'm Demetria Ranger," the dark girl said, waving to herself, before pointing to the strawberry chic. "And that's my roommate Bonnie Thomson. Don't expect her to deign to talk to you. I've only heard her speak to Faith."  Demetria rolled her eyes.

    "Well, lovely to meet you Demi, I'm gonna move on, now. Bonnie." Jemima nodded to them both before leaving. She came back to room 13. The door was slightly ajar, and she pushed it open wider. Two girls sat on the rug in the middle of a rather pink and cream room, talking softly.
"Hey," she said, leaning against the door frame yet again. "I'm room 17. Just meeting my neighbours. I'm Jemima."

    The girl on the left, ebony black hair, snow white skin, and hazel eyes, walked over and stuck out a hand. "Hello Jemima, I am Clarisse Carstairs. How's it going?" She had a British accent. Jemima shook her hand.

    "Not bad, not bad. Fan of Cassandra Clare?"

    "Who?"

    "Don't worry. I love your dress though, it makes you look like the perfect little scarlet." Clarisse was wearing a gorgeous, red velvet, 3/4 sleeved dress that reached her knees, with a lace up front. "And who's the pretty one over here." Jemima gestured to the brown hair beauty, with light brown skin and brown eyes. She'd been watching the exchange with those hawk like eyes, fiddling with her red converse sneakers. She had a simple green knit jumper, paired with a striped tshirt dress underneath. Girly, but with a touch tomboyishness.

    "This is my roommate, Emelia Baker." Emelia gave Jemima a small smile, so similar to the ones Jemima gives herself. So she sent one back.

    "Well, it's been," Jemima searched for the right word, "lovely, I guess you could say, to meet you two, but I better get a move on if I'm to meet everyone by dinner."