Summary: Michelle Wade has just arrived at college. Her roommate is...
Elizabeth Bennet!
The story should be very interesting. This is especially weird because I know someone named Michelle, and she'll probably be like, "What the heck?" when she sees this.
And for the disclaimer: I am not Jane Austen. So you shouldn't sue me and all that. And besides, I don't own anything. Seriously.
I set down the last box in my dorm. The room, which had previously been barren except for two beds, now housed a small stack of brown cardboard boxes. Now I had to wait for my roommate...
Ten minutes later, a woman with curly brown hair and sparkling eyes stepped into the dorm.
"Hi... I'm Elizabeth Bennet, but I prefer Liz. You're going to be my roommate, right?" she asked.
"Yes. I'm Michelle Wade. Nice to meet you." We shook hands. Lizzy
Bennet! I thought, Like in P&P!
"So, which half do you want?" asked Liz.
"I really don't care," I replied.
Liz decided for me. "Would you mind the right side?" she asked.
"Fine with me," I replied.
We started to unpack, Liz quizzing me merrily.
"Where'd you come from?"
"Pennsylvania."
"What's your major?"
"Writing. I'm taking a lot of Brit Lit, so maybe that too."
"Do you have any siblings?"
"None."
I decided to quiz her, too. She answered the same questions:
"Rhode Island."
"Music. I play piccolo and flute."
"Five. A big pain in the you-know-where." How can she get more close to her? I thought.
"And I guess your father is Mr. Bennet, then?" I asked, "Would you happen to have a sister named Jane? Or Mary, Kitty, or Lydia?"
"All of 'em," she said, "Rather predictable, no? And my dad teaches
Brit Lit here, so you're bound to meet him at some point or another."
"That's awesome!" I enthused, putting my clothes into the Ikea shelving unit I had brought.
"I guess," Liz replied, skeptically, "But I'm kinda tired of the
Austen jokes."
But she'll end up with a Darcy. I'll probably just end up living with
20 cats, I thought bitterly.
Aloud I said, "But Jane Austen is awesome! How could you not want to be Elizabeth?"
"Whatever," she said lightly, "Come on, I think it's time for dinner."
We both headed down to the cafeteria and found a table.
"I don't know anyone here," admitted Liz, "Jane is going to UC
Berkeley."
"I guess we're in the same boat, then," I replied, "When's your first class tomorrow?"
"8," groaned Liz, "Musical theory, of all things to be learning at 8 in the morning. What do you have first?"
"Looks like Brit Lit with your dad at 8:30," I said, reading my schedule.
"Just to warn you, he's either OD'd on coffee or a complete crab in the morning," cautioned Liz, "There's no in between."
"Good to know! I've had my fair share of those types," I snickered.
The rest of the evening passed merrily, with more unpacking and a bit of overindulgence in chocolate. Little did I know what would happen the next day…
A/N: So yes, a bit of a teaser. Should I continue? Please comment if you do (the button is beloooowwwww)!