08-30-2010, 05:59 PM
Syrine packed away her clothes, claiming her half of the room. "If she's not going to show on time, the I'm going to claim what I want." She rolled her eyes wth though of her room mate. She got a visual image of this punk 16 year old smoker with no respect for authority or rules. Syra shuddered. "God help me." She dropped her head. Smoothing imaginary wrinkles in her shirt, Syrine made her way out of her dorm room, and into the main halls, hoping to find someone, not preoccupied with unpacking or their roommate, to befriend.
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