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My name, is Zoe Kelly and I'm a millennial. Born in the in-between and at eighteen I'm still lost when the term "future" is concerned. Still 5'0" since I was thirteen with the same plain features such as, my mousy brown hair that just barely goes past my shoulders and dark brown eyes that practically fade to black. I mean, I haven't made puberty my bitch or anything, but at least I don't have zits…that would suck.
I believe in mermaids, because there's no proof to say otherwise, I'm enrolled in multiple fandoms (Harry Potter, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Game of Thrones, etc..) and I've fallen into a deep pool of addiction from whence I cannot return. I'm an…otaku! *gasp!*
This isn't what I wanted in life. One day at Barnes and Noble I got lost and stumbled upon manga and from there my whole life officially went down hill. This was back in high school when I was still fresh and young and innocent, but since then, I've discovered yaoi and ships and other fun things! I'm such a loser…
Back on topic though! I currently attend university and as fate would have it, my roommate is the biggest. Bitch. Ever! I mean QUEEN bee. And currently, we're in an argument about a friggin' scarf..
"I'm not even mad that you wore my scarf, I'm mad because you call it, all of my clothes actually, ugly and then you had the nerve to wear it and THEN get fucking…what the hell is this anyway?!" I didn't want to sniff it because it could be something gross. It was white and gloppy and EWW!
She rolled her bright green eyes and flipped her gorgeous black hair over her shoulder before crossing her arms with a glare, "It's icing from the cinnamon sticks you perv!"
I gapped at her. "I'm a what? You are quite literally the BIGGEST whore on campus! I have a right to think whatever the hell I want!"
She scoffed and walked out, slamming the door. Arrgg! Why the hell couldn't I have been matched with some less infuriating? I would take Sherlock's gorgeous, but dick-headed self, over her any day! At least he'd be interesting!
I continued to grumble to myself, mentally, while cleaning my used to be brand new not so white, white scarf. My roommate is Faith Montgomery of THE Montgomerys that own all those fancy hotels. She's like..stupid rich. Why she bother with school I will never know. What I do know, is that from the moment we met, she called me a, 'dwarf-like little freak who'd better not touch her stuff because they're worth more than my existence'. Safe to say WE DON'T LIKE EACH OTHER!
I settled in for the night, through with homework and absolutely done with trying to make sense of why I can't get a new roommate. Flipping open my laptop, I opened up a fresh tab and went straight to netflix, thanking the gods for finally having Naruto dubbed on here. Binge watching anime has always been my favorite pass time. I even have all of the manga and I've read all of the fanfics. I mean..not the ones that ship Sakura and Itachi because that's just weird. Anyways though, the point I'm trying to make is that I'm a huge dork and proud.
I wish I was a ninja..that would be dope. I'd be a dope ass ninja. flinging knives and what not. Cuttin' bitches. huntin' hoes…the ninja way. That's actually a cool slogan. If I ever do become a ninja, I'm definitely telling people this…
Ten episodes later, Faith walked in, smelling like weed and alcohol. I look at the glowing numbers to the right of my bed. it was almost four in the morning. On a Monday…
I rolled my eyes and turned back to my Naruto. Before I got a chance to click play, for the next episode I heard heavy regurgitating behind me and all I could help but think was, Shit! Not again!
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So, here's the first chapter of this lovely story that I am currently rewriting to be better and less bad. I hope I didn't make it worse as I've deleted the original copy and there are no spares…I want this to be good so I'd appreciate any comments or feedback that you could give to me thanks.