"You promised." I said in a low tone so as not to wake up the neighbours at one in the morning. "But why am I not disappointed as I should be? Oh right, you never keep a promise." I said giving him a glare and then walking straight to my room. I entered the room locking the door behind me. The room was dark, I can't even see my bed. I move my hands on the wall right next to the door until my hands find the light switch and switching it on.
The light turned on and now, I see everything in my room. After the dance studio, my room would be my second favourite place in the world. The light blue walls and the girly decorations. That definitely calms me down. Besides my fucked up family life, my life has been decently boring. I bet I was the only 17 year old girl who has never been out of Los Angeles, never been to a fair, never done alot of stuff, really. It is like an endless list. My highschool life was pretty boring so I am hoping my college life will be better. I was never fond of people, in general. I had about two friends in highschool. Two days from now, I'll go to college, find a part time job. I sat on my bed and turned my laptop on, for no damn reason. I heard him knock on the door and call "Bianca, please."
"Go away Carter, you're drunk." I snapped back. He promised, he promised me he won't drink away his problems, he promised her he won't. "You promised you won't drink, again."
"Well, guess what Bianca! You promised me you'll be there when I need to talk, but you weren't there and I couldn't help it." He shouted back. He is right, I should have been here for him, but I was too caught up in dancing that I hadn't noticed when the sun set. I was supposed to be h...
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... distance and thinking about why people were looking at him as if disgusted, a woman came in the room. "Okay, so the mingling time is over and it is time for the dorm organization. You get to know who your roommate is and you also get to check the room before you leave. First up, Lillian George and Sammy Parker, Georgia Miller and Mary Nizzlock" She continued calling up names and handing keys and the students were leaving the room one after another. "Harry Styles and Liam Payne, Nicola Arther and Sally Junes. And finally, Jane Cracker and Bianca Ashford."
As our names were called, me and Jane both squealed i excitement at the same time and luckily for Luke and Mike, they got to be roommates and unlike most teenage siblings, they were really happy about it. I do remember a time were I was that close to someone, but I don't think that will ever happen again.
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