-Aaron Burr-
I step out of the elevator after the short ride and grumpily storm over to my room. I roll my eyes. So I HAVE to share a room? As I open the door, I groan even more because I'm rooming with a GIRL!! UUGGHHH!! This SUCKS! I really just need a little peace and quiet and this girl is probably gonna just blab herself out of existence. Then again if she didn't exist that would be GREAT! She's perched on the couch in the Spider-Man pose with a baggy, red sweater. And sweatpants. Ugh! Like I'm gonna survive this!! Set glances my way, then turns back to the window and shrinks down into her knees. The left room door is cracked open so I head to the right and start unpacking my bags. When I come out, my roomie is crouched in a upper tiny ball at the kitchen table with a plate of scrambled eggs with cheese and ketchup. A plate of the sausages that my best friend James Madison used to make me sits at the other end of the table in front of the only empty chair. I blink back tears, remembering the dreadful day when James got so sick. His weak immune system was no help and he never woke up from that night in the hospital. "I heard you liked those type of sausages." My roommate whispers. I nod, my throat clogged up. I try to swallow the lump, but when I try to it brings tears. "It's ok, you don't have to hide from me." She says. The drips of hot water slip down my cheeks before I know what's happening. "You can tell me," she says. I nod, wipe my tears, take a breath and tell her what I thought I couldn't tell anyone. She's a good listener and when I'm done she gently comforts me and tells me it's all ok. I guess sometimes its best to not make assumptions. Because this girl is really cool.