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Young Dumb & Broke
We have so much in common
We argue all the time
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Sam
After saying goodbye to my mother after she helped me bring in my bags, I leave them on a chair and go up to the reception, a relatively young women sitting on a chair behind the glass looking at the computer screen through her glasses. She notices my presence and smiles up at me.
"Good morning! Samantha Casey, is it?", the friendly receptionist chirps.
"Yep, it's me. I just wanted to sign in and get my room number and key? I'm dorming during the weekdays. This is my first year and I'm doing the photography course."
"No problem, just let me look it up there and I'll get your roommate to help with your luggage."
"Thanks."
After a few moments of typing and looking at the screen, she scans through a rack full of envelopes and hands me a white one.
"That has your key and your timetable in it. It's only introductory classes this morning so you can do whatever you want after 1 o clock as long as you stay on campus. You have another roommate arriving later on in the day."
"Ok. No problem. Thanks for your help."
She hands me the sign in sheet and a pen and as I'm writing on it, she calls my roommate. I remember meeting him and him being nice, but I don't remember his name.
After 5 minutes of sitting in the cosy blue chair, a boy around my age with bleached blonde hair and a shirt and jeans walks out of the lift and smiles at me.
"Hey, Sam! Welcome to U.C.Cshit!", he greets, giving me a high five.
"Tyler.", the receptionist, who I now know as Bea, says in a stern tone.
"Sorry, ma'am."
I laugh, as he sits on the couch next to me.
"How come you're here so early?"
"Introductory classes at 10. Taking photography be like. What are you doing?"
"Psychology.", he responds with a smile, and I raise my eyebrows.
"Damn, you wanna be a counsellor or some shit?", I say as I screw the top off of a bottle of water in my bag.
"Nah, I'm thinking of being a social worker if it works out. You know, help kids in a friendly way."
"That's cool. I'm probably going to end up being a wedding photographer and end up not being able to find one for my own wedding.", I chuckle.
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Second Year
Teen Fiction{3rd book in the Adolescence series} 1 girl in college, another supposed to be in college. 1 girl in her last year of secondary school, a boy the same. 6 girls in second year, people that they hate the same. 10 people in a town filled with dirty...
