My name is Jennifer and I had just been accepted into the Ivy League and was more than ready to take on the world! I stood there looking at my new dorm room, which was slightly bigger than I thought, wondering where I should put my things and what sort of roommate I would get. SO exciting!
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Born in Amherst, Massachusetts, to a successful family with strong community ties, she lived a mostly introverted and reclusive life. After she studied at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she spent a short time at Mount Holyoke Female Seminary…
"Let's get started!” I anxiously said to myself as I started unpacking all my junk that I brought from home. Clothing, check. Books, check. Toothbrush, check. Picture of grandpa when he was a nudist rodeo clown bull wrestler that always inspires me to succeed above and beyond my family, CHECK! Perfect.
"Knock knock, what are you doing in my dorm?” I suddenly heard a voice from behind me say.
I turned around and jumped startled a bit when I saw the girl standing by the door, I don't startle easily but this girl had a somewhat terrifying appearance. She had really dark hair with some really pale skin, all Gothic and stuff. She looked like she had gotten drunk and had a threeway with the Devil and the Grim Reaper in a dark alley behind a Spencer's Gifts shop in the seedy part of town at midnight during a full moon.
"This... this is my dorm too. Are you my roommate?” I asked nervously. Something about her... spooked me a bit. I had seen Goth girls before and know how they act and dress but this one seemed different... more evil in a more real and less fashion style kind of way.
"Uh duh...” she rolled her eyes at me before walking into the room and heading to the fridge. "Do we have food?” she asked me.
"Um... probably not, we just got here. First day of college and what not, right?” I chuckled awkwardly. "Boooring!” she groaned before closing the fridge door and walking over to me.