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The room was like our own private apartment. It had a living room area which both beds faced. A very big plasma TV, a mini kitchen that included a microwave oven, mini fridge and a plug in stove top, coffee/cappuccino machine that were all sitting on a counter. There was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling similar to the one in the office.
I kept looking around and noticed both queen sized beds made. One with dark colors and another with bright girly colors so I knew immediately that was my bed. Going to the armoire next to it, I opened it and saw all the clothes that were hanging neatly on matching hangers. My neat freakiness wasn’t even that bad. There were more shoes and more space to put more shoes on, which I had.
Closing it I saw a door a little further to my side, and opened it, flipped the switch to turn the light on and to my surprise it was a bathroom. My own bathroom because it was girly as well so I hoped Robert had his own too cause I wasn't sharing mine. Then I opened another door and it was a walk-in closet that had even more clothes. Wow. I wondered how often they bought clothes for their students.
I saw my luggage sitting on the floor and went to it and automatically started putting things up. Forgetting Robert, I focused on unpacking. Once finished I started to walk out of the restroom when my reflection in the mirror caught my attention.
It was weird, like my reflection was not mine. I could tell there was a change in my appearance maybe not so noticeable to others but to me I looked different. It was the new me, maybe a little frightened me.
I shook it off and walked out of the bathroom closing the door behind me. Robert wasn't in the room anymore so making myself at home, I sat on the sofa – which was very comfortable – and turned the TV on.
They had cable! It was a miracle. TV had not been on my mind in a long time and the feeling was new.
Flipping through the channels, I saw that the world did look normal. Leaving the news channel on, I went to the mini kitchen and looked in the fridge. It was full of food. Grabbing a coke, I looked in the cabinets which were full too. Then found some hot Cheetos and grabbed a small bag as well.
As I was about to sit down and start eating I was thinking that I’d been trying to keep my friends out of my mind for a while. But I wondered if they had gotten caught too or if they were still living in the building? If they weren't, where would they be? How would they be? I was thinking about a lot of different scenarios when someone interrupted my thoughts.
"You look comfortable." It was a female voice and she did not sound welcoming at all.
Turning around I immediately noticed the snob attitude all over her face, "Yes and you are?"
"I'm Princess Genevieve." She wore a plaid mini skirt with maroon boots, a matching tank top, with a white button up shirt on top.
"Can I help you with something, I'm new but I could get someone?" I tried but was on my guard.
"No. I don't need anything. Well, maybe one thing." She took a few steps closer to me. Standing up, I put my Cheetos and coke down on the coffee table. "Robert is mine. I don't care that he has been assigned to you or whatever but he is mine no matter what. Got it?"
So that was the princess that Robert had been talking about?
Interesting.
"You can’t be going into people's rooms and threatening them. You know next time you want to talk why don't you knock first? That's what the door is for or didn't you see it?" She had basically threatened me and I wasn't going to stand for any more of that especially coming from someone that acted like a spoiled, stuck up brat.
"As a matter of fact I did! But that doesn't stop me from walking in whenever I feel like it! Who do you think you are talking to me like that? I'm a princess and you're just a__"
"No. you're wrong, I think you need to turn your ass around and go, before I make you." I said taking a step towards her.
"Ladies," Robert said coming