'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...