As I entered the room, all I noticed was Carmilla's clothes sprawled all over the place. Ugh. Why can't I just have a break? I picked up the ones I assumed were clean and just tossed them over to her bed, so that I could actually see mine. All my anger went away when I saw my yellow pillow just lying at ease. My mom got that pillow for me when I was eight, and I never wanted to get rid of it. I never let anyone near it because it meant more to me than anything else. Well, besides Doctor Who. Speaking of which, I should have a coffee mug around this room somewhere. Aha! I found it right next to the mini fridge. Thank goodness it wasn't anywhere near Carmilla's things, I probably would've lost it and started yelling at her when she got back. I walked around for a couple of moments just trying to get a picture of what my mom did when she was here, but nothing is coming to me because I don't even like it here. A sigh escaped my lips, and I decided to sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling for a couple of moments.
"Hey mom. Dad finally convinced me to give this school a chance, do you think it's worth it? Who am I kidding, you totally think that it's perfect because you know I'll grow to like it even if my roommate is stuck up, annoying, and rude. I mean she has no feelings whatsoever, she just likes to mess around with "study buddies" which is just lame. Sorry if I'm rambling mom, I just really want to like this school because you went here."
I just wish I could feel her with me, but she's gone now. I've never felt more alone than I have for the past two years. It's just frustrating because dad never talks about her now, and it's like she was never even with us because he always changes the subject when I bring her up. Just then Carmilla bursts through the door, interrupting my thoughts. She glances at me for one second and then just heads to her bed and plops down with a book to her face. Great. At least we can ignore each other, that I can do. I can feel the tension between us, but instead of talking, I walk over to my desk and get onto my computer.
"Watcha doing Creampuff? I mean if you wanted to search something inappropriate, all you gotta do is look up my name." I just ignored her and started to log into my Twitter account. Nobody was really active so I just gave up and turned it off. I'm really good at ignoring people, so as I stood up I faced my bed the whole time, but I still noticed her glancing at me. Why couldn't she just stay at the blonde's place? I would've been a lot more comfortable if she was anywhere but here. Ugh. Why does she have to be my roommate? It's not like I'll ever grow to like her, she's too moody for my liking. All she does is smirk at people, I bet nobody has even seen her real smile. She's way too mysterious and I don't want to know anything about her. Well, not now anyway. I know that tomorrow my good side will prevail and I'll be my optimistic self once again. Carmilla just caused my bad side to get the best of me today. I could feel her eyes penetrating me, but I still didn't want to acknowledge her existence.
"Okay, Cupcake I can't handle the silence. I saw you being all giddy with the Ginger Twins earlier and I can tell you'd much rather be all excited right now." I glanced at her for a moment and saw that it pained her to bring up conversation. Well, if it pained her to talk to me, why should I respond? She's just trying to get on my good side so that she can turn on me. I'm not buying it. I gave her the angriest look that I could conjure, but she just smirked. "That bunched up little face you make when you're angry is hilarious Buttercup." I just turned away and lied down on my back facing the ceiling again.