“Uh, yeah, I’ll…” Hunter bit her bottom lip contemplatively, “I’ll meet you down there.”
This was met only with a curious cock of a disdainful eyebrow as Lucy Longbottom looked her up and down. With just one look she seemed to dare her to say it again. The bigger girl let out a small noise—a petulant puff—from her piggish nose.
“I’ve, uh… gotta pee.” Hunter smiled sheepishly, hoping to abate her roommate
“Suit yourself.” Lucy rolled her eyes and turned, her belly bobbing in front of her, “Don’t blame me when you get lost then.”
And with that, Hunter’s roommate walked out the door and slammed it behind her—what a bitch!
‘I can’t believe I’m going to have to live with that hog…’
Hunter relaxed for the first time since her night with Lucy began. She sank into her seat on the couch and leaned her head back. God what a pain—she’d had to deal with older sisters growing up, but she’d never had to deal with someone so entitled as Little Miss Longbottom!
***
The halls of Buttercombe Academy were wide. Everything had this sort of wholesome pale-yellow, kind of creamy color to it. Like everything was put through an Instagram filter. The sconces on the wall gleamed against the tiled floors, freshly waxed for a new semester, and Hunter’s footsteps echoed back at her from the end, there.
Click-Clack, Click-Clack
It was hard for her to believe that there weren’t more girls around. Classes did start Monday, right? It was only Saturday—should a school this size still be this empty?
At least she wasn’t trapped with Lucy Longbottom.
God, what a bitch.
Being alone was preferable to being trapped with someone who held you hostage. Even if it was in a new place. Full of new people. Away from her friends. Away from her Mom…
A shiver ran up Hunter’s spine—she was suddenly aware of just how stranded she was in a place like this. It reminded her of being a little girl at a sleepover. The other girls would tell ghost stories and she’d cry that she wanted to go home… except this sleepover lasted 4 years and she was graded on it.
‘Well that was depressing.’ Hunter thought to herself, soured by her own inner monologue, ‘Maybe I should explore a little? Maybe get my mind off of how friggin’ sad I can make myself…’
The only trouble is, in a place as big as this, where was a freshman girl to go?
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