*RING RING RING* 

"Ugh.............I should have never said morning classes....."

Okay guys, i'm getting up now, slowly, but i'm surely trying to.

As i'm getting up though, I noticed that my roommate is somehow already gone, like, literally, HOW?! It's almost 7:30 in the morning, and this roommate of mine still managed to get up before me, anyways though, I can not be late for my first class, my Fine Arts class is so early, maybe the earliest, this roommate of mine must be a serious early bird, and I still haven't even seen them yet, eventually I guess.

So, I go to the bathrooms to shower, and I wish I had my own bathroom, seriously, all the girls are looking at me, not like Beyonce just walked in, but like a criminal who's trying to be a big bad guy and rob a bank, I don't think I explained that right...They are looking at me strange, that's it. 

I start to wonder if one of these girls are my roommates, but that thought instantly leaves once I shower and all the clean stuff. As I was showering though, I heard a girl saying, a bit muffled of course, but the girls were probably at the sink, well she was saying, 

"That girl that just came in, you know, the black girl, with the Death Note pajamas, girl, she is in the showers now I think"

 "Oh, yeah, right, what about her?" "She is not one of us" "What do you mean?" "She definitely is...normal, she doesn't have Arkemia, I don't know why they let her here" "How do you know that? You haven't talked to her, or will you?" "I don't know, but, i'm sensing it" "Let's go, the Fine Arts class is already about to start" "Yeah, in another hour" "So, let's go to the coffee shop across from us, i'm craving a latte" "Of course you are" "Did you know that they are hiring, my brother told me, and I can probably work there with him...." 

Their voices fade out as they leave, letting the other sounds in the bathroom take over. 

I sit for a bit, thinking about what those strange girls said about nobody here being normal...But I didn't want to hog up the shower, so, I got out, ate a breakfast sandwich from my mini fridge and went to class. 

Somehow, I'm the last person to enter the room, as some trash bag just brushed his bag against my face to get in before me, how rude. As I walk in, with everyone mainly seated, I get severely stared at again, even the professor is looking at me, like ew, please look away, you are like in your 60's. 

I make my way to my seat, next to some tall dude with a lot of hair, and listen to the professor, yada yada. But, as i'm doing my work, I suddenly seem like I can't focus, I was lost for some reason, I forgot what we were talking about in class, and it's the first day, oh gosh, focus Kierra, stand tall, not literally, even though i'm 5:7 meaning I am a bit tall, oh! I'm still losing focus. 

*Bell rings* 

Oh, class is over, this class is freaking three hours long, ugh....As everyone leaves the room, practically before me, I manage my way out afterward, but as soon as I step out, my professor named Professor Wilcox, yes, calls for me saying "Merkely, please, pay more attention in class, it's your first day here, right?" "Yes, like everyone else" "Hm, is that attitude Missy?" "No, not at all" I'm trying to talk proper here for some reason, maybe because the professor looks strict and vicious, holding his glasses as we are talking, as he is not even looking at me, I hope he's not racist or anything, because he's giving me nasty vibes, especially in the tone of his ugly voice. 

"Next time, you will pay attention, got it, art is not to be ashamed, Missy?" 

"Will you please stop calling me Missy, it's a little weird" He slams the papers down saying, "you normal's....Just leave already, i'm done talking to you" "Me too" I walks out of them room, showing my true irritated feelings as college is not having a good start, bummer for me, I already have a hatred with the professor. 

I walk in my dorm, closing it shut, leaning my head against the door, saying to myself "You're going to get through this, don't worry" I lift my head and throw my bag down, blocking the door.

but....

As I turned around, a girl was standing at the window, in between the beds. I just stand there and look at her, wearing what looks like a comfy sweater, and some pants, with flats on, and earrings and bracelets, and...She looks pretty even from behind. Whoa, calm down Kierra, but for real, her hair is dyed dark red and short, as the sunlight is helping with the color being vibrant and bright. 

I'm describing her as I can, because she hasn't turned around yet, and i'm still standing by the door like an idiot, not saying anything.

The girl moves up and sits by the window seal and begins to take a picture, and I decided for some reason to try and walk up to her, BUT, my leg hit my bag, that I threw down, which means she mostly likely already knows i'm in here.

*Scrutch* 

As I look up, the girl turns around and faces me. I still stand there, looking at her, her, the girl, isn't just some girl, it's my...old friend, one of the twins, it's her, 

"Arseni?!" 

to be continued....