On the night of my twentieth birthday, I was sitting alone in my dorm. Text books littered my twin sized bed and my glasses rested on the bridge of my nose, while my left hand wrote furiously on the notebook in front of me. My parents called earlier this morning wishing me a happy birthday before bidding me goodbye, my mom had a book club meeting to attend.
My dorm roommate, Katherine, an outgoing, smart, blue-haired, physics major, peeked her head in our shared dorm once more before she was about to leave for a party. She has beautiful natural brown, currently blue, hair and brown eyes. Not to mention the tattoos that cover her upper arms, that her parents have yet to know about, make her look rustic and dangerous. She is sweet though and God, or whoever the hell, spent a little less time on me, and a little more time on her cheekbones and everything else.
"Are you sure you don't want to go? I feel bad leaving you here, especially on your birthday," she frowned, her pink lipstick contrasting perfectly against her blue bob. She certainly was a character; she reminded me of the heroines in my dads old comics.
"Yeah, Kat, it's ok.. I need to get caught up on this stuff anyway. Go have fun, and don't worry about me," I wave her off.
"Okay, fine, but if you do get bored..." she steps back into the small room fully, rummaging through her dresser before pulling out a bottle of vodka, sitting it on my night stand, "Consider it a birthday present from me. And it's Kappa Delta Zen or some shit, I don't know, I don't understand that fraternity shit, if you want to stop by and have a drink," both of us laugh at her.
"I'll make sure to remember it's there if push comes to shove, now go," I say. When the door clicks back shut, and I'm officially alone on my birthday, I can't help but wonder what Ed's doing right now. Did he even remember my birthday? How's it like back home? Is he thinking about me? Does he have another girl hanging onto his every word? Is he like me? Is he stuck with hardly any friends and spending his nights studying and reading? Or is he out, partying and making drunken mistakes with his mates?
After twenty minutes of halfhearted studying, I slide my books away, and twist the cap off my birthday present. Who said I had to go to bed sad on my birthday?
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Super short. idec. It's supposed to be BC it's not exciting BC it's her birthday and she's alone and idk what you want from me, she's sad and lonely.
Katherine in the media, her eyebrow game is hella strong
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