"Oh my gosh! I'm so exhausted! I've never listened to someone talk for that long - oh my goodness! IS THAT A BED?!" My body took charge, racing toward the plain bed and flopping onto it.
"Ahh, sweet, glorious bed! Sweet, glorious bed!" I rolled side to side, forming different shapes to enjoy the coolness of the bed while feeling the stress slowly melt away.
"And here I thought I'd have a normal roommate," a doubt-filled, not too high-pitched voice rang out, causing Shanelle to sit up straight.
"Oh, hello." Oh my gosh, someone was watching me! What if they think I'm strange? Why do my cheeks feel so warm? I placed my palm on my face, only to realise I was blushing. I'm blushing!
"Hi, I take it no one else is in here?" I shook off my embarrassment.
"No."
"Lovely!" She closed the door, dashed to the bed beside me and jumped on it. Shouting: "KANA BOMB!!" She rolled all over the bed, occasionally tipping over, but she would always get back up and roll again. Finally, she stopped with a satisfied sigh.
Did she just do that because of me?
She turned to me as I stared. I jumped off the bed with a screech, startled by the intensity of her black irises. She stared back at me, confused.
"Sorry," I said, pulling myself up and sitting on the bed. "I didn't expect your eyes to be so black."
"Yours are black too."
"My eyes are not black; they are brown."
"I'm lying- what?- two feet away from you. I can tell they're just as black as mine."
"They are not!" I stood up and moved to the other bed, crouching in front of her. "Take a closer look." She smiled, cupping my face, and said,
"Got ya!"
"Ewe! Are you kissing?! Do it somewhere else, geez. Can someone not have a regular pack-in day anymore?!" A high-pitched voice rang out.
Me and Her- what even is her name? She never said- turned to face the newcomer.
Her skin was a very dark shade of chocolate, and her eyes were just as black as the girl beside me. Her hair was a braided braid? It was picked and braided and then braided into her head. She was wearing a black French hat tipped to the side. She also wore a grandma sweater and a peach skirt that swept the floor. Beside her were three purple suitcases, all in the shape of boxes.
The site of her made me want to lau-
A loud snort came from beside me, soon followed by uncontrollable laughter.
"What are you wearing?" the wearing stretched out. Soon, I joined in the laughing.
The new girl's face turned into one of annoyance. "I'm wearing a work of ART!" The last straw, me and her burst out laughing.
"Oh my goodness, did she just say art?" I said between laughs.
"I think she did." More laughter, until the newcomer walked to the steps, attaching the four beds. She went up the stairs and lay on the bed on top of mine.
"I don't have the energy for this," she said. The laughter died.
"Ahh, why do you have to kill the positive energy?" The girl opposite me said before flopping down on her bed.
"It isn't positive if you're making fun of someone."
"But you look funny."
"And you talk harshly."
"Ok, point gotten. I'm going to stop "
"Thank you."
Five minutes or more passed with lots of heavy breathing and sounds of happiness before the girl opposite me said.
"You know I haven't asked for your names."
"Well, I'm not sure I want to tell you mine." The girl with the French hat.
"Bro, seriously. I'll start. I'm Genevieve, but you can call me Gigi. What about you, miss work of art?"
"Such a pretty name for someone like you."
"What do you mean, someone like me? You don't even know me!"
"Well, judging from the attitude I met you in, Genevieve is a pretty name, but not for someone like you."
"And you say I talk harsh..."
"You're making me feel bad."
"You should feel bad."
"You are the most unfriendly EST person I have ever-"
"Can we please stop?" I said.
"Oh, I kinda forgot you were there," Genevieve said.
"See, you do talk harshly." French hat.
"Bro, I have a feeling this is not going to be the school year I expected..."
"Oh, don't worry, I will make it the school year you expected and keep you away from Wei Wei over here.'
"Excuse you, I'm Urania. But if you're going to make fun of that, might as well call me Una."
"Una. That's nice. Not bad, not bad. I was expecting Spidey, or insect or a fly." Genevieve.
"Omg. Who do you take me as?" Una hopped off the bed and started climbing down towards Genevieve. "Say that again to my face!"
"What did you say about my brother?" Cree cree cree. "You're supposed to finish it."
"Huh?"
"What? I thought we were doing the brother thing."
"What brother thing?"
"Oh my gosh! Do you live under a rock?!"
"Did you just say I live under a rock?"
"What did you hear?" Una started getting closer to Genevieve, very close, and I hopped off my bed and stood in the middle.
"Seriously, you don't even know each other, and yet you want to fight. Like, could you not?"
They both turned to look at me as if I had three heads.
"You, Genevieve, I do think you are right. I did forget about you, ... Um...um...um. What did you say your name was?"
"She didn't say," Genevieve answered for me. "Sorry, my attention was lost due to Una, and I forgot to ask you for your name. I'm Genevieve, please call me Gigi. What's your name?" She said, looking at me.
"I'm Shanelle."
"Shanelle."
"Shanelle." They said it as if it were a secret before they turned to face me, and Una said:
"I like it. It suits you."
"Thank you."
"Unlike yours..." Genevieve muttered.
"I swear, if you do say that, I'll -" Her sentence was cut off by a loud crashing sound close to the door. We all turned our heads in the direction of the sound and saw Una's purple suitcase on the floor, and on it was a very petite girl on top of the suitcase and top of her were Two teal colored luggages.
"Why is there so much stuff close to the door. It's a door and it's meant for access, not for blockage." Her voice was small yet commanding. "Whoever is the owner of these suitcases, could you please take them away from the door and arrange them in the wardrobe."
She pushed herself up, and when she did, all I saw was the cutest face I have ever seen, perhaps the cutest to mankind! Her eyes were the loveliest shade of blue, her face was round, she had very perfect lips and freckles. Her hair was curly and a perfect brown coffee. She was chubby and slim at the same time, having a nice roundness at the hips.
She had on a purple-coloured hoodie that said 'happy' and short jeans, with black garden clog slippers. And a blue cap.
"Did you hear what I said?" She said, sizing everyone in the room.
Everyone just stared at her, unable to comprehend how such a cute thing could be so commanding. "Hello, are you all statues or do you need me to be more polite?"
"Excuse you?" Una said.
"No excuse, you. I assume since you spoke first, you must be the owner of these suitcases. Please move it away from the door." She smiled, totally overstretching. "Now."
Una said nothing and walked over to her, towering over her. "I don't care what you ask me to do, I won't do it. You're not my mother."
"You will do what I ask you to," the girl said, moving closer to Una.
"No, I won't."
"Yes, you will."
"And why is that?"
"Because I'm superior to you."
"No one superior to anyone."
"Young lady, you would do what I ask of you."
"No, I won't."
"Yes, you will...what's your name?"
"As if I'll tell you." The petite girl looked over to Genevieve, who put on a don't ask me face, then she turned to me, and I blurted out.
"Una." Una turned to me and said:
"Gee, thank you a lot, Shanelle. "
"Una, please move your suitcases away from the door."
"I don't care what you say, I won't do it."
"Well, you asked for it."