The Dorm Room: A Narrative Fiction

A preteen girl with green hair and glasses knelt before her standing parents. Crayon drawings of beaches lay next to her on the floor. The walls trapping her in were decorated in rotten wood. Her parents looked down at her shaking clasped hands with annoyance. Over a few hours their expressions softened to pity. Their house was a haven but not a resort.
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A young woman with green hair and glasses sits alone, chilly, at a table in a café. She tastes a sip of tomato soup with a spoon. Her lips boil. The spoon drops and submerges into the soup. Looking out the window behind her, she sees the clouded sky raining snow. The snow masks the colors of the hair salon, the corner shop, and the cheap restaurants. The trees shiver, not in awe of a man with charisma, she imagines. Other university students sit and eat together at other tables. They look at each other and talk and laugh. Not a single man comes to talk to her. Oblivious they are of her presence, her feelings, and her womanhood.

Only the numbers of her mother and father are listed. She has not tried to make new contacts through her classes or in her dormitory. Since she goes to a college out of state, there are no familiar faces. She lives in a single dorm room to avoid female drama. She ponders calling her parents to discuss her homeliness. Guys have never asked her out. Her parents always praise her looks, but she believes that those comments are white lies. If she really is beautiful, men should have noticed her already. Stories of guys ogling at girls do not happen to her. She decides to look at photos of herself on her phone. Nothing seems to be wrong or unusual with her except for her hair