A/N: Please read this story! I really need your opinion on it, whether you like it or not. I might not continue it, so if you like it please tell me. If you don't like it, please review anyway and tell me what you don't like about it... Please read the end note as well, thanks!
"Okay... your dorm… building number… 5," Jamie's mom yelped triumphantly, "and we're just in time. 2:30 on the dot, its moving time!"
"Great," Jamie's dad replied as he rolled his eyes, "in that case, we're here!"
"Awesome, I can't believe I'm in college… Cornell!" Jamie Lin cried, "This is awesome!"
The sun was shining brightly, and so came the day to move the students into their dorms. Fallen leaves crunching underneath shoes were one of Jamie's favorite sounds - Crunch, crunch, crunch. Boxes and suitcases were shifted around, a cardboard scent in the air. This indeed was one of Jamie's much loved aromas though it might not be considered such a preferred one of others. Crafts were brought out of the car trunk, as well as many suitcases containing clothes.
"Suitcases… Airplane smells," Jamie concluded from taking another sniff, "it makes me sick…"
Just then, a female volunteer sauntered over to help Jamie and her family with their bags.
"Hello, I'm Cathy. May I be of any assistance?" The volunteer questioned.
"No thanks, Cathy, I think we're fine. I'm Jamie." Jamie responded with a smile.
As the Lin's heaved the luggage onto the grass, Cathy stood there in thought.
Suddenly, Cathy recalled what she had missed. "Have you gotten your room key yet?"
"Um… OH… no, not yet," Jamie mused, "I just realized that…"
"Well, go down there," Cathy pointed out, "and ask the lady behind the desk. She'll tell you your room number and give you the key."
"Okay, thanks!" Jamie waved thanks and headed off.
Meanwhile, Jamie's parents continued unloading and Cathy departed to aid others.
Back at Jamie, she was already talking to the lady behind the desk, learning her name was Mrs. Hamilton.
"Here is your Room Key," Mrs. Hamilton stated as she handed over a small key, "and your room number is… 5484. Thank you, Ms. Lin!"
"Thank you, Mrs. Hamilton, and um… how do you get there?"
"Just ask one of those volunteers, Ms. Lin, and they'll take you to your room."
"Thanks again, Mrs. Hamilton, and you can call me Jamie. Bye!"
"Very well Jamie, goodbye!"
This is awesome. I wonder who my roommate is. I wonder why they didn't tell me. Maybe I accidentally got switched to a single room. But then again we asked for a double… Jamie pondered.
By the time Jamie got back to her mother, her father had already gone to park the rented white car. Jamie's mother was guarding the bags.
"Mom, it's 5484. I got the key. Someone needs to stay by the bags, so I'm gonna take the bags up to my room okay?"
"Okay, Jamie…"
Jamie strolled over to a volunteer and asked them where her room was.
"I'll take you," the guy said, "my name's Justin. My friend Derek's gonna take one or two of your bags up to your room, I'll take one or two, and you take one and follow me. Sound good?"
"Uh… sure, I'll go with that." Jamie replied, a bit bewildered at the crazy sentence Justin had made.
Derek and Justin each took two suitcases out of the 5 as Jamie's mother stood there, as confused as could be.
"Mom, they said they'd help, so I'm gonna take the last bag up to my room. You stay here; I'll come back down and help with the boxes okay?" And with that, Jamie hauled the last piece of luggage and followed Justin into the building.
As Justin lugged the burdensome suitcases up the stairs, he questioned, "What's in these bags!" half joking, and also being half curious.
"Let's just say… everything," Jamie smiled.
"Okay… well anyway – wait what's your name anyway?" Justin inquired.
"Jamie," she simply put.
"Well, Jamie, listen. Your room number is like this. The first number, five," Justin struggled to say as he kept working up the stairs, "is the building number, if you noticed. Then the four is the floor it's on. Saying you're on floor four. So for we've gone halfway." He stopped to take a breath. "And man, I really don't know what in the world you've got in here to make it so heavy…"
"Well, Justin, considering you're taking two bags… Where'd Derek go anyway? What is he, lightning?"
"Um, technically, yah. But literally I've got to admit he is faster than me, I don't know why with these heavy bags… and I thought he was weaker than me…"
Jamie urged Justin onwards as she said, "Maybe he got the lighter bags."
"There are LIGHT bags? You've got to be kidding me. Come on. Almost there."
When we finally reached the fourth floor, Justin started rolling the luggage and panted the rest of the way.
Jeez, it feels like a maze… Left, right, right, and then take a left and a right… Jamie felt dazed.
"Did I finish before? Well, Sorry, I guess I forgot. ANYWAY, the eight in your room number is the unit, which we are entering now," Justin explained as we passed through an open doorway. Next to the door on the wall, a huge cut out piece of blue construction paper was pasted, with 'Unit 8' written on it in green glitter. Jamie and Justin made a left, a right, and yet another right when Justin cried, "Here you are! Ah, finally. Hooray! Here are your bags." He placed them outside of the doorway next to two other pieces of luggage that also belonged to Jamie. Derek must have passed us. I guess I didn't notice.
"Well, I'm going back down again. Nice meeting ya' Jamie! Ooh, and your last number, four, is the room number in the hall. Take care!"
On the old wooden door was a sign that had '5484' engraved on it. Two letters were also taped to the door as a welcome note. Above each of those notes were pieces of blue felt with the room's residents' names' on them. There was her roommate's name, written big, bold and clear. But Jamie seemed to pass it, not observing who her roommate really was.
Twisting the key and opening the door, Jamie dragged the luggage in one by one. Once she was done, she plopped down onto the bed, looking around the room. Diagonally divided, each half of the room contained a large closet, a bouncy bed, a desk, and a bureau. Jamie observed a line of shoes on the other side of the room. Why aren't there any girl shoes there? Not like I have any girl shoes either… Maybe I got paired up with a tomboy, just like me. Jamie was quite baffled. Well, mom's waiting, I should go downstairs.
Jamie got up, stretched, and headed out the door. She noticed a tall boy moving boxes into a room. That's weird, why is a boy moving in? Maybe he's just someone's brother. He just came to help, Jamie reassured herself. As she scooted along the wall, careful not to tip over any of the suitcases, or anything, the boy turned to face her.
"Hey, you helping your brother move in?" the boy questioned. Sweat was dripping down his face, from the heat and the fact that he was moving in… or helping moving in, as Jamie thought.
"Um, no, I'm moving in… you're not helping your sister?" Jamie was rather shocked to hear him ask that.
"No, I'm moving in! What are you talking about? My room number is 5482! And here we are, 5482," the boy said, pointing to the number on the door. His eyes were open wide in amusement. Jeez, this girl is crazy…
"Yah, I can see that, but why are you moving into a girl's hallway?"
"…I think you got it switched around. You're moving in right; into this unit?"
"Um, yah! One of the volunteers down there told me how to get here, anyway!"
"Sorry, but I think you just got moved into a boys' unit… dorm maybe. Well I think at least the whole floor is occupied by boys."
"Okay, I seriously don't believe you right now." Jamie crossed her arms and lifted a brow.
"Look, I already met tons of people on this floor while moving in. This guy," directing my attention to room 5483, "is named Zach. And this guy," pointing to room 5481, "is named Aaron, Dave, and Pete. They have a triple room, but I think you can figure that out… My roommate is Josh or Joshua and I'm Kevin. And you are?"
"Jeez…"
"Uh… your name is Jeez?" Kevin laughed.
"Yah, my name is Jeez," Jamie replied sarcastically. "My name's Jamie."
"Cool, nice to meet you Jamie… So you're gonna be one of my neighbors?"
"… Oh, we'll see about that…" Jamie said with a puff. She stomped down the hall, all through the turns. "Agh!"
"Your roommate's name is Jake, if you're going to stay here…" Kevin hollered after Jamie.
Jake… that sounds familiar. Like my best guy friend back in my old schools. It couldn't be though. But he never did tell me which college he was going to… never got the chance. Jamie pondered over this while scrambling down all the flights of stairs, reaching the ground level, and scampering back to her mother.
"Mom, I got placed in a boy's hallway… or even a whole boy floor!"
"Yes, I know that dear." Jamie's mother answered plainly.
Mom KNEW? "Mom, aren't you like… usually WORRIED when I'm around boys?"
"Yes, but I have to make an exception. The girl double rooms were full, otherwise you would have to go triple with people you don't know and they are not similar to you and how you do things, like study, for example. If you had a roommate who kept the music really loud while she studied, then you wouldn't be able to study, and you would get bad grades… So daddy and I said that it would be best for you to learn with someone who is similar to you."
"Oh… um, okay." Jamie sighed as her father walked up to her.
"What happened? Did something come up? All the suitcases are already up in the room?" Jamie's father saw the look on his daughter's face.
"Everything's fine. I just realized I was in a boy's hallway and or floor though…" Jamie stared at the grass.
"Ooh…" Jamie's dad whispered to his wife, "How'd she take it?"
"She's fine; I already explained it to her…" The mother calmly replied.
"WELL," Jamie took a deep breath, "I guess we should take the rest of these boxes and stuff up to my room. Let's go!"
The grass was left empty as each of the Lin's hauled a large Rubbermaid box filled to the brim up to Jamie's room. When the door opened, the room was still empty. Hmm, I guess the guy still hasn't come back yet… weird.
Jamie and her parents unpacked all of her belongings, hanging up clothes, folding some, that and all. A few appliances were plugged in, a nice fan turned on, and some pictures put up on the huge bulletin board provided in the room. Rubbermaid boxes were put under her bed after bed risers were stuck under her bed legs. A printer box was left on Jamie's bed, and her laptop was sitting comfortably on the enormous desk.
"Phew, now that that's over, I'm dead tired…" Jamie mumbled. Her plain blue jeans were stuck to her legs from the sweat, and there were patches of spots where her t-shirt was wet as well. She sat down in front of her new tower fan and froze into a statue.
"Well, Jamie we're going to leave now, it's already 5:00. We've got to get back to the hotel before it's dark and it's an hour away." Jamie's father stated. Jamie stood up before her father and mother and gave them each a great big hug.
"I love you," Jamie muffled, "bye, I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, of course." Jamie's mother beamed.
"Bye!" Jamie waved to her parents. Bang. Jeez, this door is loud… Jamie frowned.
"Well, time to get the printer and computer up and running…"
Jamie sat down in the wooden chair and started opening the printer box. Out came the printer, all different kinds of lines, an information book, and Creeakkk, Slam!
"Jamie," came a voice, "what are you doing here!"
Jamie spun her head around to see…
End Notes: I might not continue this story! I have a weird cliffhanger, maybe you might not even consider it a cliffhanger. Maybe it's just hanging from a cliff that's one foot off the ground... Well, please review! I need all of your opinions! I might not continue this story! I need at least two people who want to read it... Please review, whether you like it or not! Thanks! As for me, I do want to continue it, but here's my problem. This story takes place in college right? But I don't know how to explain classes and stuff! I need your help on how to write stuff like that... I need suggestions! Please review and tell me what you think about this. Suggestions please! Thanks everyone!
