New Roommate (Rebecca)

[Contessa Grimaldi]

OUTFIT

It was a bright sunny Saturday afternoon at Hammel Institute making the snow lying on the ground a bright white. Most of the students were roaming outside with their friends trying to enjoy the weather. An all black Mercedes slowly made its way into the school and towards the girls dorm. When the car reached its destination, the back door opened and a girl with flaming red hair slowly put her foot outside the door and exited the vehicle in one swift fluid like motion.

Contessa ran a hand through her thick curly hair ruffling it slightly in the back and started tapping her fingers along the trunk signaling the driver in the front to open it. The trunk popped open, and inside were about ten different sacks from some of the most expensive stores in Pilot Ridge. She gently grabbed each of the bags as if the wrong touch would ruin the items inside. Once all the bags were in her hands, she walked away from the car making the chauffeur shut it for her. It's true she may seem like a brat, but only because of how she was raised. Besides, its his job right and she's paying him toto drive her around so really that should be thanks enough. That was how she thought of it anyways.

Tess slowly walked through the halls of the girls dorm her heels clacking with each step, a sound that was her usual signal letting everybody know she was back. As she walked, she saw some of her friends peeking outside their dorm rooms and letting out small smirks or giggles. Tessa simply smiled back and nodded her head to each of them, thinking it was just them trying to be dumb.

A few seconds passed and the girl finally made it to her room. She lifted her slender hand, and slowly turned the handle opening the door. When the door was fully opened, she couldn't help but drop her jaw. Inside the room, one the once empty part of the room, there sat bed. And sitting on that bed, there was a girl Tess had never seen before. Tess could feel her anger start to rise.

What the hell...I've had a single this entire year, and out of nowhere they move somebody in without even telling me. She thought to herself as she looked and saw her dresser that was on the other side of the room was now on her side. Are they not aware I have stuff in here that worth more than their lives. She said to herself, exaggerating slightly. It's not like she hated the girl or anything, it was just that certain things set off her anger problem, and having somebody touch her stuff to move a new girl in just happened to be one of them. “Can I help you?” She asked trying not to sound like a complete bitch, but still having a little venom in her words.