Love The Roommate

"Call every day! Every single day! Understood?!"

I rolled my eyes at my dad's behavior. He's been like that since we got into the car. Now we were standing in front of the entrance of the university and he doesn't seem to leave anytime soon.

My dad was in his forties, with brown hair and brown eyes, and build up body that he still kept from his early years of high school. And he is the best dad ever. But sometimes, he would just love to make sure of some things; even though he knows I will call every minute.

"Dad, I said I will call, don't worry." I assured him again

"Now that you and your brother aren't there, I will be so lonely. I will just miss my little girl." Dad said, smiling sadly.

"Oh dad," I put my luggage on the ground, and hugged him.

"Don't worry, I will call every day. And you have Bethany to take care of you, don't worry. I love you." I said softly, trying to assure him.

"Oh sweetie, I love you too." Dad said, slightly pulling away to look at me.

"I am so proud of you and what you arrived to. I can't believe my little girl is off to college."

I smiled up at him.

"Okay, dad. Time to go. Don't worry, I will call every day." I said.

To be honest, I didn't want him to leave. I love my dad more than anything in the world. Him and my older brother Alec, of course. But if I stayed longer here, tears will break free. And I don't want that. I hate goodbyes. And that's not one. Not a goodbye. This is just a see you later.

"Call me tonight." Dad said, letting me go and getting in the car.

"I will," I smiled.

"I love you, Jess." Dad said after he turned on the engine of the car.

"I love you too, Dad." I said.

you." Dad called as he drove

shook my head,

I turned around to look at the huge building in

"Here we go." Then went off to grab my schedule and

for him. And as much as I miss him already, I need to do this, to finish college and forget everything bad in my past

One for you

to take my roommate's? "Sure." I

to Washington State University." The assistant said

I smiled brightly at her then took off

my papers to clarify my room number as I walked in the hall of the dorm- room 334,

until I found the one. With golden letters on the brown door was 334, my home for the

eyes and

in hand, which consisted of only two

the luggage aside

white, with white pillows. Two dressers by each bed and of course, two desks to study on beside

walls were painted a light shade if blue. And there was a window by one of the desks that looked at a huge garden that was part of the university where some students were either studying

the

I started unpacking. I put my clothes in my dresser. Some other stuff in

got reminded that I

my desk. Then put the

I looked at the clock in the wall to find that I took an hour and

social girl and I don't speak much. I don't really know what to do about it. I am really excited for this fresh start but I don't know how exactly I will survive without having my family or even a friend to

will be friends with my roommate. Hopefully, she is a

scared, scared of tomorrow and what it may hold for me. It will either be good or worse than my past. But I didn't want that, at least for

a knock was sounded from the door, pulling me

it's my roommate. She

stood up excitedly and went to answer it. I hope she's

opened the door and suddenly froze at the sight in front of