Chapter 2

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Sana's head spun around in circles as she was unloading everything from different cardboard boxes because she didn’t bring along enough suitcases to fit her things in. Her room mate wasn’t here yet, the side was still plain as day while Sana's side was becoming more decorative by the second, she felt extremely homesick already and it was only six hours of not seeing her family and she has no idea how she was going to handle months without seeing them. Sana, out of her nervous habit, grabbed a lock of her thick, brown colored hair and started to comb through it as she sat down anxiously, gazing down at the hard wooden floor beneath her feet

She felt that familiar lump in her throat, the one she got when she was leaving the house, the one she got when she got accepted into this university. She was more than glad she got accepted but she wanted to spend this kind of amazing opportunity with her family, and have them be somewhere close to here, but she can’t have everything and she needed to suck it up.

Sana heaved a sigh, standing up before suddenly the door slammed open, Sana accidentally let out a loud shriek which quite possibly scared the girl that was walking in, she stumbled a bit from the change of tone Sana had and dropped her suitcase to the floor

Sana felt terrible, she rushed toward the girl, bending down to retrieve her things so she wouldn’t have to do it, “I’m so sorry, I-“

“What the fuck are you screaming for you idiot!?” She yelled, pushing Sana aside to gather her own things for herself, Sana landed with her hands planted to her back so she wouldn’t fall backwards as she stared at the dark, brown haired girl, similar hair to Sana's but darker. Once all the clothes were placed back in her suitcase, she stood up to examine the room “Ugh, I don’t wanna room with someone like you.” She bluntly said with no hesitation and that sent a bullet straight through Sana, was it because she got scared that this girl slammed the door open? Sana's mind took a troll as the girl threw her luggage to the bed, Sana, taking this to heart, said “I’m sorry, but uh.. My name is-“

“Look I don’t care what your name is nor will I ever do. I’m just a person that is staying here for shelter and that’s all” She interrupted without even looking at Sana and that sent another set of daggers at her heart, she whimpered a bit, turning around and trying not to show that her words hurt, if everyone was going to be like this girl, Sana might as well move back to her home because she doesn’t take rude people nicely ever since her father and that time period where everyone at her school let her self esteem go down.

After an hour of pure silence while the other girl continued to unpack and during that hour, Sana was finished unpacking, she settled in bed, taking her laptop out and tapping Skype. She knew it was too early to call her mother to check in on things but she wanted to show her mother what things she had done to her room, excluding the obnoxiously rude room mate that she knew her mother would ask about, hopefully she doesn’t.

Sana waited patiently as she saw the “Connected” word displayed on the screen and the sound of a ring tone filled the dorm, the dark haired girl turned from unpacking and snarled at Sana “What the hell are you doing?”

Sana hesitantly looked up at the angry girl, why was she so angry, was she always like this? Sana looked down and noticed her mother answering the call and suddenly her happy voice echoed through the room as Sana muted herself to deal with the, for some reason, angry room mate by her side. “I’m calling my mother” Answered Sana with a straight face, not daring to show to the girl that her rude behavior was affecting her

“Are you that pussy?” She asked and the use of that vulgar word spread goosebumps among Sana's arm as she refused to say anything and figuring she shouldn’t let her mother into this fight, she quickly pressed end and slide the laptop to her side while Sana stayed quiet so the girl can laugh at her “Seriously? you just got here and you’re already crying to your mother-“

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