||Perfect Year|| Imclearlythebetterpilot
And there she finished, setting up the last things in her room. It was all complete. Everything was clean, from her bed, to the kitchen counters. All notebooks were in place on her desk, her backpack neatly leaning against it.
Arriving early had it's perks.
She was able to organize all of her things without the hassle of another girl in the room. Even the Clorox wipes were in the drawers of her bathroom, dusters and everything settled around some convenient part of their small ❛house❜. Two sets of dinnerware were in the sink, just in case her roommate forgot.
Her side of the small room was lined with a pretty purple and blue. Some small decorations and pictures, to remind her of home. This was home for a year, and the other girl, she wouldn't mind! She didn't quite read the name, but it was the last dorm available with one space. And she had to live on campus for her freshman year, of course. So it had to be another girl― right?
No matter how rude this woman was, which hopefully she wasn't, she wouldn't let that ruin her first year at College.
At the knocking on the door, she turned away from her kneeled spot on the ground to hear it once more. At this, Aura zipped her luggage and stood, setting it somewhere comfortable between the small bed and desk. She peeked through the small hole to see the stranger, finding some... Young man instead of her roommate.
❝Excuse me?❞ She asked, opening the door to reveal herself, dressed in nice clothes like on would find at a fancy, local shop. Her green gaze stayed stuck on the man though, with a somewhat confused tilt of her head. ❝Do you need help, sir?❞