Once again I'm lying in bed, emotionless. Another night of crying over Natalie... My best friend. She's gone. She's been gone for almost 3 years now and I can't seem to do what normal people do; move on.
"Stupid Ashley, fucking stupid." I manage to slip out after 3 hours of silence. Now that i notice how quiet it is in my dorm room, I got a little bit creeped. So I finally peeled myself off the bed, turn on a lamp, and turn on my favorite mix CD my friend made for me. After pressing play, "Summer shudder" by AFI came on. Ahhh. Much better. This CD always seem to make me feel better. It has really is called my "healing CD". With music by the veronicas, 30 seconds to mars, paramore.
After finally getting some feeling back in my dominant hand, I start to write another song. Another sad song... With the sad songs I write, I think i could be related to Edgar Allen Poe. Haha, its funny looking back at the old Ashley Davies, when Natalie was alive still, I was the biggest teeny bopper. All into Justin Timberlake, and Nick Lachey. It was until Eric (her super dumb boyfriend, got really drunk, and drank and drove them into some pillars on the highway. When that happened, senior year was hell for me. Now everyone calls me the emo kid. Dumb.
Especially Madison Duarte, my airheaded roommate. EWW! She's soo cheerleader. Its what she decided to come to UCLA for. If I would've known that people could get scholarships for cheerleading, I would've b-e-e-n more aggressive or whatever.
Oh, look, speak of the airhead, and thou shalt POP. Madison walks in while im in the middle of writing and jamming out, scrunches her face up. "Eww, can you turn that depressing shit off?"
She then picks up my remote and turns on Yung Joc's "I know u see it" and starts shaking her ass to it. I jump from my seat and turned it off.
"1, Dont touch my shit, 2, dont dance like that, I get sea sick." I held my hand to my mouth like I was gagging.
She flopped on her bed "Whatever, go cut yourself."
"After you sweetheart." What a airheaded bitch! If Natalie's goodness hadn't rubbed on me, I (as residence hall advisor aka RA) would've had her on the spaceship to pluto. The thought of that brought a smile to my face. I grab my ipod and turned on my labtop to check out my email.
"Such an EMO" She has to get the last word.
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I fell asleep early, knowing I had to be up at 7:00, no class today, but I have to as RA give the new freshmen and transfers a tour and their rooms. There's 7 people moving on the floor that i have to babysit right along with the other 8. From my understanding, 5 of them are freshmen. Yes, I know, I'm only a sophomore, but I worked really hard as a freshman for two reasons; to prove I don't need my rich rock star dad, and for Natalie, she made me promise. Its funny, most freshmen who started with me either dropped out or still freshmen.
Getting out of the shower, I put my wet curly hair up in pigtails, put on my pink "red jumpsuit apparatus" tee, some jeans and my favorite pink checkered classic vans.. I know, I have style. That comes from my dad. Little bit of strawberry lip gloss, a sprit of curve. Now I'm good. On my way out the door, I peek over and see Madison's lazy ass still in bed, snoring atrociously loud..
This would have to be a part in a movie where the good and bad consciences come up and try and convience you to do whats right/wrong.. hmm. The bad one wins. I'm not waking her up. I even went to her alarm clock and set the alarm for 8:00am changed the time back 12 hours. Hahaha.. Don't fuck with me.. A big smile came across my face. Call me EMO! Guess you can call it my triumph.
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"Ok, I'm taking row to make sure everyone is here. Davey McMullen?" After calling 6 of them, 5 answered (ones at home sick, sent her little sister). I called one more. "Spencer Carlin?" No answer.. "Carlin, Spencer Carlin??" No reply still. "Well we're waiting on this dude 5 more min..."
Cut off, a blonde-haired girl with blue eyes interupped "I'm Spencer. Spencer Carlin Here!! I'm sorry guys." Hmm, a girl named Spencer. Weird stuff. Parentals must be hippified.
"You're Spencer?" I replied with a hint of skeptical-ness in my voice.
She curtsy as she says "In the flesh." The others snicker at this.
"Ok everyone's here so first off.." Interupped again, this time by a phone. Everyone looks around at the sound of the panic at the disco ringtone, until Spencer noticed it was hers.
"Oh, that's me. Hold on.." People snicker a little louder. "No. I'm Not. I'm NOT in OHIO ANYMORE!!! IT's OVER! QUIT CALLING ME!!!" She suddenly hangs up with this smile like she's embarrassed.
"Freshmen" I say under my breath, rolling my eyes.
"Actually, I'm a transfer." People are now laughing like they were listening to Dane Cook himself.
I glared at her. "Are you done, because people have things to do."
She smiles and nods.
"On that note, Good morning. I'm Ashley Davies, your residental advisory.." Dammit with the interupptions, I just wanna go back home.
"Oh my GOD, Davies?!?!?! Raife Davies daughter?!" This stoner shouts. I nodded with exaggeration. The stoner high fived his buddies and tried to ask more about my dad until a silver lining appears.. SPENCER!
"Hey, can you, like, shut up, so we can be outta here? I have jet lag."
"Sure thing sexy" putting is arm around her. She knocked it off and gave me an approval look to continue.
"Anyway, I'm Ashley. I'm your RA, that means if u screw up at all, expect to be going home. Hopefully your parents live close. I will be showing you guys this campus and your rooms you will be in for the next semester. If you have any reasonable questions on the way, please ask."
A jock looking guy raises is hand, and i nod for him to go ahead. "Are you single?" I roll my eyes, "Shall we move on?"
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"Derek and Marcus, room 221, here's your keys." They do this high five and a victory moonwalk into their room.
"Davey and Samantha room 223." They rolled their eyes at each other and walked in. Another Madison and Me.
"Jackie, you're in a room with sophomore Dennis in 219.. Don't worry, he's gay. Any questions, just post a note in my door." She was smiling harder than ever.
"Laura and Ben, room 225. Here's your..." before i could hand them the keys, they started making out. "keys... HELLO??!??! Screw it, Spencer your room is 227, right next to mine."
She smiles and say "How convenient, just in case i wanna borrow sugar from you!" She opens her door "Bye neighbor."
Whoo now thats done. I'm beat. Madison is still asleep (hahaha) I decide to throw off my shoes and go back myself. I mean its still early.
