Report to MacAllister Hall
Dorm Room : #13
Roomate: Micheal J. Cooney
Well.., Arnold thought. Today's the big day. It wasn't that he was nervous about the classes. He had transferred from UCLA. No, it was just the fact that he would be seeing his old friends on an everyday basis now. Why should I care? For all I know they won't even want to be my friends now. A couple letters a month and a few long distance phone calls doesn't make a very stable relationship.
He glanced at the name of his roomate. Micheal Cooney...hmm. He was a little disappointed. He had had some wild fantasy of ending up with one of his old chums. Too bad life never works out the way you want it to. Arnold was about to venture out to find his room mate when an arm suddenly came around his neck. Because of his old self defense training, Arnold immediatly threw his opponent on the ground.
"Hey man if that's the way your gonna treat me you better move back to California!"
Arnold looked down and was startled by seeing someone who looked somewhat familiar. He had recieved a few photos from his classmates over the years. He watched as the stranger got up, shook all the dirt off of himself, and lifted his thumb. Mechanically, Arnold lifted his own thumb and the two boys proceded to do their patented "thumb wiggle".
"Gerald!" Arnold said, grabbing his hand and pulling him into a hug. "I can't believe it. You look almost the same!" Arnold raised his eyes for the first time to the top of Gerald's head. "Man, you're bald!"
"Yeah, I know." Gerald said rubbing his smooth top."I got tired of the tower."
"It looks good." Arnold said. He began shifting his eyes as he looked around campus. "Gerald, it's great to see you and all but I can't help feeling a little, well, strange." Arnold was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Here he was after ten years of waiting to hang out with his best friend and he had nothing to say to him. Or maybe there was too much to say and he felt uncomfortable about saying anything outside on the front lawn.
"Well," Gerald said, breaking the silence. "What hall are you in? For your dorm room?"
"MacAllister Hall, #13, and my roomate is someone name Micheal Cooney...do you know this guy?"
"Hey I'm MacAllister Hall, #16!" Gerald started excitedly. The realizing what Arnold had just said, Gerald made a noise that was half way between a hiccup and a gasp.
"Hold up man...did you just say that Cooney the LOONEY is your roomate?"
"Um..yeah I guess so. I'm afraid to ask, but why might he be called Cooney the Looney?"
"That guy is insane! All of us went to high school with him. He started for the varsity football team as an eighth grader! They had to heighten doorways for the guy. In our school production of Heidi he played one of the Swiss Alps!."
"In other words, switch my roomate?"
"As fast as possible man."
"Well who do I talk to about switching roomates? In UCLA we went to the dorm directors but this is obviously a smaller school so..." Arnold watched as Gerald started to smirk. "What's so funny?"
"Well I just realized that you'll have to talk to your residential advisor." Gerald said, looking as though he was about to burst into laughter.
"Alright then...who's the RA?"
"That would be none other than our very own Helga G. Pataki."
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Short Chapter...I know! This was originally going to be half of a chapter but I might be too busy to put up the rest of the chapter tomorrow so I thought half is better than none. If you don't agree....then it's my story so either agree or stop reading! LOL..Big J/K on that one!
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