This chapter is unedited. There will be mistakes and errors, feel free to let me know in the comments if there are any and I'll go back and fix them. Michigan State University isn't going to be exactly like the real one. I've looked at some reference pictures but I don't want to go into too much detail about it. Thanks for clicking on my story, I hope you enjoy!
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~Michigan State University, my home for the next four years. The street rounded in front of a tall, red-brick clock tower in the middle of campus, a garden spread wide and far on the grounds. My mom slowly drove through the parking lot trying to find a decent spot, close to the dorms. Students with boxes littered the lot, nine out of ten parents were caught crying; my mom was going to join that statistic soon.
"Here we go," my mom said, putting the car in park and patting my knee. I gave her a nervous smile. The car was in the middle of the lot but with three of us it would only take a couple trips up to my room to get everything in. The trunk was popped open and Marshall claimed the smallest box possible first.
"Way to take one for the team, Marsh," I said sarcastically. He waited with a sly smile on his face, his foot tapping the pavement impatiently. My mom grabbed what she could and I did the same, closing the trunk and following the path up the small hill to the dorms. My building was the furthest from the parking lot but closest to campus. I knew it would be useful when school actually started but I was currently cursing the registration person for this.
"What building is Carly in?" my mom asked as we passed the first dorm building. I pointed with my box to the left, motioning to Carly's building. It was three away from mine, in the middle of the dorms. It was decorated with a beautiful oak tree in the front and bike racks. Students were leaning against the tree, talking, and some were throwing a Frisbee in the lawn.
We neared my building, the double door was left open and people were milling in and out. I shrunk against the wall right inside the door, letting a person pass by. The hallway was large but felt incredibly small with everyone inside. Room A-19, a first floor room, my home away from home. The room was two left turns from the front hallway, the last door on the right. The dorm door was cracked open.
"Do I knock?" I asked my mom, looking over my shoulder. My mom shrugged her shoulders, unsure.
"You do live-" my mom started to say, but was cut off by someone swinging open the door the rest of the way. A girl stood in the frame, taller than me and skin the color of a dark chocolate candy bar. Her deep brown eyes were guarded by clear framed glasses and a piercing hung from her wide nose. She smiled.
"Hi! I'm Naomi, your roommate." She held out her hand and giggled. "Oops, here let me take your box." Naomi took the box out of my arms and I instantly felt my muscles thank her. Naomi placed it on the empty bed in the corner, which had to be mine. I slowly entered my new room.
The walls were light gray with dark tan carpet covering the floor. Naomi's side of the room was decorated with small lights pinned to the wall, a poster of a band above her desk and a shoe rack holding more shoes than I thought it should hold. The other side of the room, my side, was bare. A large window was placed above my bed, an empty curtain bar was placed above that. There was a bookcase with three empty shelves and the rest filled with books and pictures, from Naomi probably.
I heard my mom and Marshall follow me in and place their boxes on my bed as well. Naomi was leaning against the wall, smiling at us still.
"It's really nice to meet you," I told her. Naomi reached out her hand again and I shook it this time.
"You too..." she said, trailing off.
"Oh! Right, sorry. Margaret, but you can call me Maggie," I said, forgetting I hadn't told her my name yet. "This is my mom, Vivian, and my little brother, Marshall." I motioned behind me to my mom and Marshall. Marshall was not amused and probably wanted to go home and play his video games but my mom gave her a big smile.
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Teen FictionThere were only a few things I was completely sure of, as a college freshman: I was going to major in English I still hate pickles on my cheeseburgers And I'm starting to fall in love with him