"Hi" she said with a smile "you must be the new roommate, do you need anything?" something about this girl screamed innocent she had a cigarette between her hands and I only noticed because she brought it up to her face where I have been looking at the whole time. When I asked for a place to get food she literally throw her head backwards and had the laugh of her life, and that was before she told me it was almost 1am and that I had to go back to sleep and wait till the next morning.
So I was about to leave when I stopped immediately, there was someone else in the room and the girl named Rose was not even my roommate. I had a groan and I heard the person in the room murmur something about Rose kicking me out.
Hearing this I felt like I was the only being rained on under the burning sun. The weather suddenly became cold it was like I was lost in the middle of the woods with nothing to shed me from the cold. You can say her voice sounded like a whisper that drags you deeper into a lucid dream and the deeper you go the harder it is for you come back to reality.
It sounded like a group of sirens singing in other to draw pirates into the sea. I almost lost my mind at the level of rudeness the bitch could muster up, that I almost pushed past Rose to give the rude roommate a piece of my mind but I didn't I was too tired and hungry to even make any move. I just scuffed and left the room.
She was rude I admitted so much for the good friend part of all the plans I actually thought that we would get along, like who cares I know I might have interrupted her fuck time with the Rose girl but did she have to be so rude. Okay did I just assume that the annoying roommate that I have not had a conversation with was gay? That was actually extreme to begin with I mean she had a half-naked woman in her room who was acting like she owned the place.
The bitch ass roommate of mine could have had a man over for all I cared it was really not my business who she invites into our house, I mean her room. All I know was that I had a long day ahead of me tomorrow I would have to face one of my biggest fears which was staying in a crowed place with a lot of fresh men. I hated people like they made me nervous so I just liked my personal space so sharing a space with so many of them was already making me want to cry.
I had to go through my bags in other to find some junks that I brought with me for emergencies, I hate eating food but for the purpose of survival I had to carry snacks around. Most times I wouldn't eat food for days and somehow my parents never really cared about it. My love for food was slowly fading away but my parents told me it was just maturity, I still wonder about the kind of growth that makes me hate food.
This night I was hungry because I didn't really eat much during my flight and my body was already giving up on me. The taste of the food made me relax a little but I kept thinking that there was something that I was missing, something that definitely tasted better but I didn't know what it was and just the thought of that made me go crazy. I have been unable to sleep just because of that thought that there was something out there that could satisfy me that I was missing.