Truth and Lies

goes, please. I beg you, please. The chaos that trying to get a last-minute dorm

heme as she takes in the décor coveri

"Fine." But before I leave,

and college men for an hour and using some language that is pretty

leaving the dorm and telling him that she will

," and he enfolds me in his arms. I sigh as I sniff his f

e of the overbearing scent has worn off, and I've come to the realizat

urying my neck into his, "I'll miss you, too, but we can

. Growing up, my mother would make fun of me by saying that a man gains an inch for each

ips against mine, I hear a ho

. She never gives up. Call her tonight!" he shouts as

e starting to unpack my bags. Soon, one of the small dressers will

in the other closet makes me cringe. In spite of this, I find myself tracing my finger ov

friends make me uncomfortable, I am already beginning to feel an unsett

semate who enjoyed reading and learning? Although I will have the tiny room to myself, I think it may be a posit

I tell myself. The next day

er as well as any meetings I might have for the literary club I intend to join. I'm sti

pect to make many friends; just enough so that I occasionally have someone to spend dinne

n even though I don't want to clog my side of the room like Steph has. I won't have a car yet

okstore and graduation gifts, but I'm not sure whether

lic transportation. I was distracted by ideas of schedules, red-haired women, and obnoxious tattooed males.I fall off

be tough for me to get to know her. Maybe she was dating one of the t

the shower issue would be one of my least favorite aspects about living in a dorm; I wi

wo stick figures-a male and a female-printed on the sign as I go to the door. Ugh. I can't believe t

rtain shut, undress, and hang my clothes on the rack outside by blin

e frail curtain separating my naked body from the other males and girls. College life is strange so far,

where I can hang my clothing while I shower. My thoughts keep returning to Noah and my life at home. I spin around distractedly a

n a towel. I take my pile of bulky, wet garments and sprint down the corridor, hoping without hope that

n-haired boy was sprawled on S