The Rainbow at the end of my storm

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The building for my dorm was slightly big, and quite boring throughout the halls. Plain white paint adorned the walls with cheap flooring. But it was still perfect. Just walking through the double automatic doors, a hint of cinnamon rolls and coffee filling my nose, was enough to encourage my already pent up excitement. Seeing all the parents hugging their children and crying, made me a little envious. My parents couldn't do that today unless they caught a flight with me, and what would be the point in that? They'd have most likely argued the whole flight and then argued here too.

Living so far also meant that I could only bring clothes too, so as I lugged my excessive sized suitcase towards the elevators I imagined all the things I could buy for my room. I just hoped my roommate was nice. After everything with Kieran, and all my friends hating me because of it, I needed one person I could trust. Especially someone I'd practically be living with.

I reached the fifth floor, looked down at the information I'd been given at the welcome desk, and looked left-right until I saw my door number. Twenty three.

"Please, please, don't be a freak. Or horrible" I pleaded to myself.

"Or maybe a boy, you wouldn't want that either"

I almost jumped out my skin when I realised someone had overheard me. I turned to see a shaggy haired blonde standing above me - yes above me, he was at least six foot - smirking at my panicked state.

"Did no one ever teach you not to sneak up on people?" I had my hand over my heart, breathing heavy with wide eyes, and his response was to laugh.

"Yes, but do I look like I comply to things I'm told?" He gestured to his outfit, ripped jeans, black boots, checked shirt that needed ironing and piercings covering his face. No, Popped into my head. He didn't comply.

Laughing he introduced himself. "Johnny," he held his hand out, while still leaning on the wall beside my dorm room. I was yet to find out about this roommate of mine.

"Victoria, but my friends call me-" I paused. I hadn't repeated that exact sentence in three months. My friends call me Vicky. No they don't Victoria, not anymore. "Actually, just call me Victoria"

His eyes narrowed for a split second as he examined my face, but he nodded and went with. "Victoria, nice to meet you."

"You too"

"My rooms just down there-" he pointed behind him with his thumb over his shoulder. "-come down anytime you need a friend, I'll see you round Victoria"

The way he said my name, in a teasing tone, meant he caught on earlier. I'm sure he'll ask, and I'll just ignore anything.

Shaking my head back to my goal - meeting my new roommate - I opened the door and prayed a little more that I was about to have the best roommate possible.

"Hi!" The super excited blonde wearing gym shorts and a sports bra, stood smiling ecstatically at me before I even had chance to close the door.

"Er, hi" I tried to sound just as enthusiastic but failed. Once upon a time, I was the happy girl ready to meet anyone and become anyone's friend, and now I didn't even know who I was. Sadness crept up inside me and I stomped it back down, away from my hearts reach. I didn't need a moment of sadness right now.

"I'm Gabrielle, but my friends call me Bree" a wave of jealousy hit me that she could pronounce that sentence so perfect without hesitance or nausea flying through her stomach. Nevertheless, she seemed great and definitely not a freak.

"I'm Victoria" I placed my hand in front for a handshake and she lunged at me. My hand was gripped behind her back and her own arms were tightened around mine.