BULLY ROOMATE
“I’m actually majoring in English. I love to read and I aced all my writing classes back in Zachary.”
She clicked her tongue at me. “Exactly what I thought.”
I hurried and filled out the paper with my emergency contact, phone number and address.
“I’ll email you tonight with the schedule, there are only a few people signed up at the moment, so you’ll get plenty of hours.”
“Great.”
India looked over her head. “You have class?”
“Yeah.”
She shooed me with her hand, and I almost skipped toward my computer lab. A balding man with a real knack for putting you to sleep taught my technical writing class.