As I stand there staring at the college in front of me I'm panicking on the inside. I can't believe I'm about to start college.
I'm taking the stairs one by one. Thinking about all that can go wrong. What if no one likes me? What if I don't like my roommate? What if I fall down these stairs? I am pretty clumsy. No Blake calm down its just school. Before I even knew it I was at my dorm.
I started unpacking and decorating."Hi".
"O-my-gosh". I yell falling backwards.
"I'm so sorry. Did I startle you"?
"No. Its okay. I'm Blake". I say while getting up.
"Avery".
"Nice to meet you. I guess were roommates".
"Yeah".
Avery had brown hair, brown eyes, her skin was white but not like a cloud white, dark white. She wore these red circle glasses. But overall she seemed really nice and sweet.
I decided I was gonna take a walk down campus. Eventually I got tired of walking so I decided to sit down on a bench.
"Hi I'm Rydel".
"Oh hi I'm Blake. Nice to meet you".
"Are you from around here".
"No. I moved here for college from Texas".
"I thought so I don't recognize you. I've grown up here my whole life. So I was just like what the heck might as well go to college here to. Plus my brother goes to this college to".
"Cool. So how olds your brother"?
"Twenty-Three and I'm Twenty-Two".
"That's cool".
"Yeah I guess so. Do you have any siblings"?
"A older brother which is Twenty-Five and a little sister which is Fifteen".
"Middle child must suck".
"It does".
"So do you know anyone here".
"I've met a couple of people, and my friend Cooper is going here to but I haven't seen him around".
"How old is he".
" Twenty-Two".
"Oh cool".
" I guess so".
"So do you like to go out and have fun and party or what"?
"Um well not anymore".
"Then what do you do for fun".
"Study, Read, pass". I said sarcastically
"You've got to be kidding".
"I am but that's what I do".
"Okay well me and some of my friends our going out tonight. Care to join"?
"I just meet you. You could be a crazy killer".
"I bet you can do more than study, and read."
"Fine".
"Yas. Um what's your dorm number".
"309".
"Okay I'll be there by 6:30".
"Okay".
"Bye".
"Bye Rydel".
"Blake. Faith. Reed. What are you doing". I say to myself.
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Drunk On You
Teen FictionBlake Reed used to be your typical bad girl. She started all this to get attention from her family. Finally her dad told her no more of this none sense and told her to grow up, or he wouldn't help pay for her college tuition. So she got her act stra...
