Six Months
The room isn't much to look at.
The walls are a dull off-white, slightly chipped at the corners. The floor is scratched up, and the single window is too small to let in enough sunlight. But now that I've decorated my side, it feels a little better.
Considering the rent, though? It's actually not that bad. Super cheap, in other words: perfect.
My bed has sage green sheets, and fairy lights hang above it, casting a warm glow. A couple of framed pictures sit on the cupboard next to my books, and my sketchpad rests on the desk, ready to be used.
I take a step back, admiring my work.
And-wow. I haven't tripped over anything or knocked over my coffee.
Progress.
The other side of the room, though? Completely empty. A plain bed. A lonely cupboard.
I wonder what she will be like-my roommate. The idea of sharing a space with a stranger makes my stomach twist. I don't know anything about her. What if we don't get along? What if she stares at me when I'm asleep? What if she sniffs my clothes?
Shudder.
Okay, I totally got ahead of myself with that one.
I'll deal with it when she gets here.
I glance at the clock. Class starts at nine. I arrived at four in the morning, exhausted and dragging all my stuff behind me. Turns out, I got the date wrong.
I had thought I was supposed to move in tomorrow. Imagine my shock when I woke up in the middle of the night and thought I should check once.
I walk to the mirror I hung up earlier, my cold coffee in hand. Taking a sip, I fix my hair a little.
Olive green top, muted with light beige shorts, cinched at the waist with a brown leather belt. My matching beige headband sits neatly over my hair. My school bag? Worn brown leather. My boots? The same deep brown, scuffed at the edges. My hair? Chestnut brown, soft waves falling past my shoulders.
Now, guess my favorite colour?
That's right- brown.
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