he is the hamartia

Chapter seven:

When I came into my room for the first time, to be honest I didn't pay attention to the room itself because I was more interested into meeting my roommate. She was sitting on her desk chair, reading a book. I couldn't help noticing her style, which was TOTALLY different from mine. I always had my light brown hair well-groomed, a skirt or a large pants, not too much jewellery just the "Taurus" necklace Iris bought me. I worn a little bit of make-up, enough to cover the most noticeable imperfections but not too much to not get recognized. But this girl was different. Her pink dreadlocks were groomed in the messiest ponytail, she had a thick eyeliner on her eyelid, so much blush on her cheeks she seemed to have a sun-burn, and she was wearing a large hoodie and a large jeans. But she still was really pretty, her personal style gave off a positive vibe that I liked.

-Good morning Genevieve, I'd like to introduce you Tara. Tara this is Genevieve.

-Hey, I said trying to hide my anxiety.

She looked up and stared at me.

-Hi.

Her voice was higher than expected, to be honest.

-Genevieve, said the man of the hall, you have to make her visit today I hope you did not forget.

-How could I forget you talked about it a million times!

Even though I knew she was trying to joke, it made me really uncomfortable. So, I laughed nervously.

-Well, I leave you girls alone. Genevieve, I let you explain everything about the school.

He left the room, and I was still standing on the doorstep waiting for only-god-knows what.
-I think if you stay there for the next 3 years your legs might hurt, she said laughing.

I laughed again and came in the room. I walked towards the bed, which was clean and put my suitcases and bags, next to it. I gave a quick look at the room, it was purple, really purple.

-They have a thing with the purple, haven't they?

-Damn T, you haven't seen the cafeteria yet, she told me.

-Is it that bad?

She nodded with a smile on her face.

-Okay, she said, quick presentation. Name, age, where you grew up, favourite colour, how many year of writing, biggest dream, favourite food and one that you're disgusted about, favourite book, favourite author, type of person you can't stand and a nickname everyone in the school can give you.

I was surprised that she wanted to know that much about me. I sit on the bed and started the list:

-Tara Baker, turning seventeen, Brighton in England...

-Bloody hell I knew it, she said imitating what was supposed to be an English accent I guessed. Sorry to interrupt, go on.

-My favourite colour is hundred percent blue, pretty much ever since I'm able to hold a pen, sorry that sounded pretentious.

-Nah don't worry...

-So, I said trying to remember the order of her questions, being a successful writer and being happy, burritos for sure, any kind of fish I mean what is the point of this food? The sisterhood of the traveling pants by far, the persons who get bored easily make me angry all the time and my best friend calls me Tate.

-Tate? Why?

-Sounds like a singer to her and music is kind of her thing. To be honest, I rather being called Tara.

-Let's call you Tate then, she said winking at me. So, I have to react to what you said. How can you be sixteen if you are in senior year?

-I skipped a grade, I explained. Please don't tell me you think I am nerd.

-Is nerd still a thing? Whatever, I agree with everything you said. 

Then we talked for about an hour. She did the same question thing I did: the sum up is she is one year older than me, she grew up in New York, she seems to have the same book tastes I do, even though her favourite book is the little prince. She can't stand people who hates other people and her nickname is Gen.

So far, I feel comfortable with her. Maybe I was nervous for no reasons.

-By the way Gen, I asked, do you know who my sidekick is?

She stared at me with a weird look.

-What is it, I asked.

-I know him, he is my mom's best friend's son.

-Oh, I said, that is great. If he is like you, it'll totally fine.
She laughed.

-Damn Tate, you have no idea what you are going to live, haven't you?

-What are you talking about?

-As I said I know Eden really well, she said, I know him for basically my whole life. And he couldn't have a more opposite personality.

-So, he is an asshole?

I didn't mean to say it that harshly.

-Sorry I don't know why I said that.

-Nah it's ok, he is not an asshole he is just... particular. But you know what? I don't want to spoil you; you'll discover the dingus by yourself.

The anxiety that disappeared an hour ago, started to show up again.