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"Isabella Swaaaan", who was shouted very loudly from outside the room made me groan and moan. My mother shouted my name again, again and again, and right when her ninth shout happened, I jumped down from the bed. I replied to her shout, told her that I had been awake three minutes ago, making her grumble angrily.
Sitting on a bed while waiting for my sleep to disappear is a routine I always do. My gaze fell across the room then to the calendar on the table. Today is Saturday. The corner of my lips is drawn, forming a smile. Too excited I jumped down from the bed and rushed into the bathroom. I washed my hair twice to make my hair clean and fragrant. Today is a special day. I'll go to campus, finally. Being a University of Queensland student was something I had been waiting for since I was in high school many years ago.
My mother said good morning in a stiff voice as I descended the stairs and joined her in the dining room. Her eyes looked swollen and slightly bluish. I knew that her eyelids were a bit flooded but I pretended not to see them.
My mother spent twenty-four hours--or maybe more, to shut herself up and cry in the room. She was moved, happy, but also sad because finally I had to leave her. "Finally... college, not just like me who has never felt a pleasant campus atmosphere," she repeatedly spoke like that, but then the sentence would change to "you know you shouldn't leave me here like a crazy virgin."
I just let Renee-- my mother, take care of all my things. Tidying up in the sense, unpacking the luggage took out the items just to sob for a second or two and put the items back into the suitcase.
"Mum!" I yelled a little because I was too tense, after Renee again tried to cram some unimportant items which she said I must carry. This time she tried to cram my favorite bright yellow mug, saying "you will remember my latte if you took it to campus."
After all the mess I made, after my mother spent her time crying for hours, after confirming once more that there was no one left in the room, I stared once again at the small purple-dominated room with one medium-sized bed, we finally left, to the University of Queensland.
It feels fun and thrilling. I have waited for long time for this, to get my reply letter from campus. I was too excited and scared at the same time so I felt like I could vomit my breakfast any time.
We arrived at University of Queensland and Renee paid the taxi fare along with a big tip because that round-faced and friendly taxi driver helped lift my suitcase and take it to the campus grounds.
My mother looked in awe at the magnificent buildings around her. She could not stop smiling and said "I have never seen anything like that", greeted a number of students who passed in front of us, and very loudly tugged at my arm so we could see my dorm room immediately.
I hope I get a pleasant roommate. In the real sense.
I can never be good friends with anyone. I am awkward, happy to be alone and prefer to spend my time writing some articles that will be posted on the school wall. Looks like I left my father's attitude. My father is very, very quiet and prefers to shut himself in a room. My mother said he was an artist, before bone cancer forced him to hang his brush and his favorite canvas. He died when I was two years old.
While I limit myself very well, Renee is just the opposite. She likes to socialize, shows herself to the world and likes to be in an environment filled with new people.
I opened the door with difficulty. Renee trailed behind. The first thing I saw was long, pale blonde hair. In front of me there is a student with colored skin like honey. She turned her back on me, and when she heard our footsteps, she turned her body backwards, making me gasp softly. She is really beautiful. I felt my self-confidence disappear instantly.
"Hi! You must be Bella Swan!" Her voice even sounded beautiful in my ears. She smiled broadly, approached me and Renee, and her hands stretched forward. I was quiet for a few seconds because of this extremely friendly welcome until Renee took over, replying to the girl's handshake in front of me. I groaned, lowering my head.
"Hi. Yes, this is Bella Swan..." The blonde looked at Renee with a smile. I think she's okay.
"Great. I'm Rose. Rosalie Hale. You can call me whatever. But please, don't call me blonde because I hate that name." She sneered. It seems like she has a good sense of humor.
"So, where is your bed, Bella?" Rosalie pointed at the two beds in the room. Both beds are small, with yellow walnut sheets. I complained a little and cursed anyone who chose the color of the sheets in my heart.
"What about the one near the window?" Renee sat without permission in the bed closest to the window. Her legs swing slowly. I want to apologize to Rosalie for what Renee did, but she glanced at me, a smile still on her face. She seemed to say "I'm fine with that" while pointing towards Renee with her chin.
"Good choice. You will wake up on time in the morning. You know, right?! Sunlight and maybe you will hear one or two things ..." Rosalie shook one hand casually.
I wanted to ask what she meant by hearing one or two voices but again Renee preceded me. "What's with one or two thing?"
Rosalie had not had the chance to answer, and now I understood what she meant by one or two thing because right at that moment, I heard the voice I avoided most in my innocent life. Renee also heard it well. Her face turned red, she covered her face with her palm.
"Faster ... I'm coming ..." Alright. I think after this I have to convince Renee once again, that I will not return, that I will remain with my choice and stay in the dormitory. Even though Renee will force or cry to convince me.
Ugh! Sorry, Mum!