Hey everyone, I needed to set up the story a bit, so here is my prologue or introduction… but also it counts as chapter 1. i promise the story WILL get more interesting and progress.
Thank you so much for reading!
-Simplynameless
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I knew that moving away from home and starting a new life would never be a difficult task for me. It’s moving day and so far i have not had one wish to stay. I am moving a few hours south of my home to attend a college in southern california just because i feel like its necessary to move away. Time for my life to actually begin…. hopefully.
I packed the last of my boxes into the trunk of my car, and after saying goodbye to my family, i was on my way.
Saying goodbye was not a very difficult task due to the fact that I began drifting away from my family since the age of 11 when my mom had twins. As soon as the babies came i was sort of on the backburner, as my parents spent all their time watching over the two newborns. I began adapting to an independent lifestyle and sooner or later it just became the norm.
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Upon arrival i made my way to my new dorm room.
I unlocked and opened the door and was suddenly overcome with the smell of what seemed to be marijuana and alcohol. I coughed slightly, the scent was strong.
“What the hell..,” i mumbled to myself.
“Sorry about that,” i noticed a girl with faded long pink hair on the bed adjacent to my new one. “My boyfriend was here earlier, and well….yeah.” she motioned to the bong in the corner of the room.
“It’s fine,” i smiled, “I haven't smoked in like years so i wasn't used to the scent.” i sat down on the bed. “I’m Cassidy.”
“I’m Jo, welcome to UCLA, are you a freshman?” she asked.
“Yeah, im a first year. You?”
“Second.”
The room got silent. i didn't already want to feel awkward with my new roommate. I had to spark up some kind of conversation.
“Do you smoke often?” i asked before thinking.
“Well… yeah,” she laughed, “Whenever i can get my hands on something, yenno? I know its not good for ya, but its my stress reliever.”
“I feel it.” i giggled slightly.
“How about you? Ever smoke or drink?” she questioned as she laid back on her comforter.
“I drink.. when offered. I have smoked a few times, but thats just because my boyfriend at the time was a total pothead.” we both laughed and i started to feel more comfortable.
