Uncultured-Buffoon
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Cindy watched the boy leave and turned to Nichole. The girl was pretty, with hazel eyes and tanned skin, and was not a bad singer. Cindy held her elbow out for Nichole to link her arm into her own. "To your dorm room, Ms. Houston?" Cindy said, lowering her voice so she could impersonate a security guard for the singer Whitney Houston. When Nichole wrapped her arm in Cindy's she pulled her away, towards the dorm rooms and bombarded her with questions. "So I'll bet you're here for singing but what else? Do you have a mom and dad? Siblings? What do you do in your free time? What year are you, I don't think I've seen you around before? Maybe we can sing together one day."
As Cindy pelted her new roommate with questions they reached the hall holding their dorms. Some doors were open, letting bright lights flood into the hallway along with giggles and murmurs. Other doors were decorated or had luggages and shoes in front of them. She remembered running around the school with her old roommate, always barefoot. Since they never left campus they didn't have a care in the world and Cindy's feet were usually covered with calluses, bruises and layers of dirt by the end of the day. She remembered the way he laughed from outside as she giggled maniacally, trying to scrub her feet but tickling herself in the process and the way she laughed when he was in her position. Her chest hurt with these memories and she realized she had been in love with him. He was a senior though and ready to get out of the school and make a life for himself, not hesitating when it came to leaving Cindy either. She sighed shakily and turned to Nichole, deciding she would make even better memories with this new roommate.
"So, you wanna get settled or do you wanna knock on doors and mingle?" Cindy asked, making sure to mask her pain with a happy voice.
As Cindy pelted her new roommate with questions they reached the hall holding their dorms. Some doors were open, letting bright lights flood into the hallway along with giggles and murmurs. Other doors were decorated or had luggages and shoes in front of them. She remembered running around the school with her old roommate, always barefoot. Since they never left campus they didn't have a care in the world and Cindy's feet were usually covered with calluses, bruises and layers of dirt by the end of the day. She remembered the way he laughed from outside as she giggled maniacally, trying to scrub her feet but tickling herself in the process and the way she laughed when he was in her position. Her chest hurt with these memories and she realized she had been in love with him. He was a senior though and ready to get out of the school and make a life for himself, not hesitating when it came to leaving Cindy either. She sighed shakily and turned to Nichole, deciding she would make even better memories with this new roommate.
"So, you wanna get settled or do you wanna knock on doors and mingle?" Cindy asked, making sure to mask her pain with a happy voice.