She had just sat down on one of the wire framed beds to survey her gloomy room when the door knob rattled and the door flew open and slammed against the wall. This startled Victoria but she remained where she was seated and watched as the medium sized girl walked into the room with a large trunk in her grip. “Someone give you a right to sit on my bed?” Her gaze gave a piercing and unnerving look at Victoria but her voice was amazingly quiet.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t know that it was ‘your’ bed.” The girl rolled her eyes and grunted while she plunked the trunk onto the bed being discussed. “Well, now ya do.”
Finality saturated her voice and dared Victoria to contradict her. Victoria could not help but feel threatened and she stood up to face the girl. She was particularly thankful that both of her parents were tall individuals because she stood a whole head above her rival. Her roommate did not seem too concerned with this fact as she turned toward her bed and began unpacking belongings from her trunk. Victoria was half tempted to say something but remembered Marie’s warning and decided against it. “My name is Victoria.” She outstretched her hand but it was only returned by a cold glance which perturbed Victoria. “Generally, people would shake the hand offered them and maybe give a smile- or in the very least, a nod.” This statement riled the girl and she slammed her trunk lid shut with a huff.
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