My Place- Randall Carpio Love Story

Hell Week... Sounds About right

A.N.// I'm editing this story which means that chapter by chapter there will be changes. If you start this story and read ahead to chapters I have not yet edited, there might be some inconsistencies. To help with this, I'll put a * at the beginning of chapters I've edited so you know what's knew and what's old.//

Remi Praisley was shocked to learn she had been accepted into the prestigious Belgrave University, partly because she was drunk while writing her college essay and also for the fact she had turned it in half a week after the deadline. By some twist of fate, Belgrave still wanted her: all drunk, procrastinating parts of her. Her parents thought it had something to do with her 4.4. GPA and spectacular extra curriculars, but she liked to think it was the comparison of her gypsy lifestyle to the patriarchy fluently expressed in America.

Either way, her parents dropped her off at the beautifully serene campus before they headed off on their own next grand adventure. She had a feeling she was holding them back anyway. Her need for an education put a real damper on their free-ranging lives.

She made her way towards her dorm with nothing but her duffle bag of clothes and a photo of her and her parents. She wasn't much for material items, but she thought that a photo of her family was important enough to keep with her.

The dormitory hallways flooded with freshmen and their parents. People walked in and out of the open door and flitted across hallways and up and down the stairwell as they dragged furniture, clothes, and decorations up to their new rooms. The stench of sweat and tears stung Remi's nose. She hated goodbyes, and college move-in day over flowed with them until every second word held tearful proclamations.

She checked the slip of paper in her hand with her room number scribbled on it.

405.

Fourth floor, right off the stairwell. It wasn't the most ideal room, but at least the fourth floor would have a view, and the four flights of stairs would guarantee a workout.

She found her closed door among all the other open doors and stalled to look down at the keys in her hand. Her small keychain held the single silver key for the door along with a rape whistle her RA gave her along with the pamphlet on How not to Rape which seemed like an invigorating read.

With a single twist of her key in the door handle, the door pushed open to reveal a small room with two naked wooden bedframes adorned with bright blue plastic mattresses, two wooden desks seated with stiff chairs, two open closets connected by a single dresser fitted into the wall with four wooden drawers.

Remi walked in and was greeted by the foul scent of stale air and old cleaning supplies, which she happily walked into in favor of the sweat and heat from the hallway.

A thin girl with ripped, black, boyfriend-cut jeans and a forest green tank top tucked into the waistband stood from her bed with a wide smile that showed dazzling white teeth. "Hi." She had blonde hair that fell in waves to the tops of her shoulders. The top half of her hair was pulled back into a twisted bun that sat lopsided on her head. The oddest thing about the girl, and what Remi found she liked the most, was that she wore black round sunglasses that covered most of her face. "I'm Jess."

"Remi," She introduced herself as she moved forward to shake the girl's hand. Her eyes fluttered over to the right bed that had black sheets folded on top in anticipation of being made. "I see you've moved in already."

A rolled rug leaned against the foot of her bag with several bags of clothes on the ground, unzipped and half-emptied. Remi turned to see one of the closets had some clothes already hung while the other closet sat empty and lonely.

Jess leaned against her bedframe and set her hands behind her on the mattress. "Got an early start. I only live down the road so..." She shrugged as she looked at Remi's single bag. "Do you need help grabbing your other things? I'm mostly done here so I can help." She pushed off the bed and took a step toward the door.