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My Weird Roommate 😰😰
'Weird'
Thats the only word I could start off with.
Talking about my roommate? She is one of the creepiest creature I've ever seen.
My parents have been planning to put me in this college for long. I would be living in the hostel. But I wanted a seperate cabin. No dorms. I like to stay alone mostly, not with too many people around in my room. But my life is always unlucky. I did not get a separate cabin. My father agreed to pay more but they said that the cabins were full. I was already backing after thinking about sharing my room.
I entered my new room. My roommate wasn't there. Who ever she is her bed was in a mess. The comforter not folded, A open pack of half eaten chips and a sealed packet of protein bars.
Why so untidy? I hope the washroom was clean. I glanced and the washroom and it was perfect, not like her bed. I settled down my own things. My father left. I arranged my notebook and study materials on the shelves above my study. I put some regular clothes into the cupboard, but not all. I pinned my timetable to the cork board. The room was big enough to fit in all my things.
After a minute or two, a girl with messy balck hair, weaing a pair of pyjamas, a t-shirt rushed into the room, smoking a cigarette. As soon as she saw me she thew it outside the window. I just noticed, she even wore a round pair of glasses. I saw her and smiled and said, 'Hi, I'm your new roommate,my name i-'
She cut me off, 'I hate myself, but I am beautiful, they want me there but I don't have a dress to wear.' She riped the packet of the protein bar and munched it noisily. 'Whats wrong?' I asked. 'My best friend asked my for a party but look at me, I don't have a dress to wear.' Saying this she opened her cupboard and a pile of clothes fell on the floor. She started picking them up, I moved forward and assisted her. She thanked me. I looked at the clothes, each and every piece were stunning and were stylish. I picked up a black velvet dress for her. She looked at me as if I was a alien. 'THANKS' she said hugging me. I was not ready for this. She started getting ready. I got busy texting my friend. Before leaving she declared in a confident tone, 'I will return late, plz don't lock the door from inside'. I looked at her in surprise, and nodded. She had completely changed. Her hair was in a amazing state, She had brushed her hair and made curls at the bottom. She accompanied the dress with a coat and black leather boots. She wore a dark shade of red lipstick.
How can someone change so much just by changing the clothes. She never even wore her glasses. But back when we meet she acted as if she was blind without her glasses.
She was a good person. She did all her assignments on time. She attended all her classes. And was very serious about studies. But she changed the moment it came to some problem. She jumped like a kid and created more problems. She normally did things too seriously, interrupting her was not a good option. You would be punished for you severe crime. Her only bad habit was smoking. I did not object. I also have to adjust at some point. Eating was one one the activity she did all day. Partying hard, snapping selfies, drinking, smoking were done by her on regular basis.
She would sometimes start cursing people at the middle of the night. She would sometimes get drunk and ask for weird things. Once she asked me to offer her a bottle of Pickles. From where the hell would I get that? I did not really care. Her dressing sense was not always fine. She wore jacket in the summer and sleeveless dresses in the winter. The whole college knew about her. They called her mad.
I was going insane, but fortunately I got a free cabin in somedays. I shifted. I never came near her room. I went to her room after a week, to fetch a box of project materials that I had forgotten to bring. She opened the door. She was dressed is a long skirt and a jacket. She was again drunk and was smoking, yelling to someone, on the ground under the building. I took the box and tried to rush out but someone held me by my top. 'Please Stop'. Was she crying? No, I didn't want any more of drama. Then I turned and faced her. She gave me a toothy smile and said,'You are not gonna win, this strange life will punish you. You are going to regret what you did to me.' What was she speaking? Did she misunderstand me? Maybe she thought I was someone else. I answered,'I am not the person you want to talk to, I am your old roommate, and now I have to go, fine bye.' She looked at me and replied, 'Oh!! So u r not the person, so Whooshh!! Whoossshh!! Forget what I said'.
I rushed out and ran to my room. And never went near her room or her again.
-Rupsa
Hope you like it, do comment!!
© Rupsa
Thats the only word I could start off with.
Talking about my roommate? She is one of the creepiest creature I've ever seen.
My parents have been planning to put me in this college for long. I would be living in the hostel. But I wanted a seperate cabin. No dorms. I like to stay alone mostly, not with too many people around in my room. But my life is always unlucky. I did not get a separate cabin. My father agreed to pay more but they said that the cabins were full. I was already backing after thinking about sharing my room.
I entered my new room. My roommate wasn't there. Who ever she is her bed was in a mess. The comforter not folded, A open pack of half eaten chips and a sealed packet of protein bars.
Why so untidy? I hope the washroom was clean. I glanced and the washroom and it was perfect, not like her bed. I settled down my own things. My father left. I arranged my notebook and study materials on the shelves above my study. I put some regular clothes into the cupboard, but not all. I pinned my timetable to the cork board. The room was big enough to fit in all my things.
After a minute or two, a girl with messy balck hair, weaing a pair of pyjamas, a t-shirt rushed into the room, smoking a cigarette. As soon as she saw me she thew it outside the window. I just noticed, she even wore a round pair of glasses. I saw her and smiled and said, 'Hi, I'm your new roommate,my name i-'
She cut me off, 'I hate myself, but I am beautiful, they want me there but I don't have a dress to wear.' She riped the packet of the protein bar and munched it noisily. 'Whats wrong?' I asked. 'My best friend asked my for a party but look at me, I don't have a dress to wear.' Saying this she opened her cupboard and a pile of clothes fell on the floor. She started picking them up, I moved forward and assisted her. She thanked me. I looked at the clothes, each and every piece were stunning and were stylish. I picked up a black velvet dress for her. She looked at me as if I was a alien. 'THANKS' she said hugging me. I was not ready for this. She started getting ready. I got busy texting my friend. Before leaving she declared in a confident tone, 'I will return late, plz don't lock the door from inside'. I looked at her in surprise, and nodded. She had completely changed. Her hair was in a amazing state, She had brushed her hair and made curls at the bottom. She accompanied the dress with a coat and black leather boots. She wore a dark shade of red lipstick.
How can someone change so much just by changing the clothes. She never even wore her glasses. But back when we meet she acted as if she was blind without her glasses.
She was a good person. She did all her assignments on time. She attended all her classes. And was very serious about studies. But she changed the moment it came to some problem. She jumped like a kid and created more problems. She normally did things too seriously, interrupting her was not a good option. You would be punished for you severe crime. Her only bad habit was smoking. I did not object. I also have to adjust at some point. Eating was one one the activity she did all day. Partying hard, snapping selfies, drinking, smoking were done by her on regular basis.
She would sometimes start cursing people at the middle of the night. She would sometimes get drunk and ask for weird things. Once she asked me to offer her a bottle of Pickles. From where the hell would I get that? I did not really care. Her dressing sense was not always fine. She wore jacket in the summer and sleeveless dresses in the winter. The whole college knew about her. They called her mad.
I was going insane, but fortunately I got a free cabin in somedays. I shifted. I never came near her room. I went to her room after a week, to fetch a box of project materials that I had forgotten to bring. She opened the door. She was dressed is a long skirt and a jacket. She was again drunk and was smoking, yelling to someone, on the ground under the building. I took the box and tried to rush out but someone held me by my top. 'Please Stop'. Was she crying? No, I didn't want any more of drama. Then I turned and faced her. She gave me a toothy smile and said,'You are not gonna win, this strange life will punish you. You are going to regret what you did to me.' What was she speaking? Did she misunderstand me? Maybe she thought I was someone else. I answered,'I am not the person you want to talk to, I am your old roommate, and now I have to go, fine bye.' She looked at me and replied, 'Oh!! So u r not the person, so Whooshh!! Whoossshh!! Forget what I said'.
I rushed out and ran to my room. And never went near her room or her again.
-Rupsa
Hope you like it, do comment!!
© Rupsa
