Post by Allison Shaddix on Aug 9, 2007 21:58:40 GMT -5
Allison lay on her stomach on her bed. She was looking at a large book about haute couture fashion. She spent quite some time looking over each page before flipping it over. Unbeknowsnt to many of her peers, Allison was a huge fan of high fashion. She owned a few pieces of high fashion jewelry from highly obscure designers that she loved and could spend hours reading books about designers or searching for videos of fashion shows online. Her side of the dorm room was decorated with pictures of couture gowns and jewelry that Allison had taken to a copyshop and gotten blown up to poster size.
The other side of the room was completely blank, the bed stripped, the desk empty. Allison didn't have a roommate. She blamed her unpopularity due to shyness for it; when the time came to pick roommates none of the people who had been at the school with Allison since 7th grade wanted to room with her. Luckily she was still able to get a room, and she was ever hopeful that one day she would come back and find that a student had transferred in and been placed with her.
Despite her hopes of getting a roommate, Allison had gotten used to being alone, so she was very surprised when she heard a knock at her door. She sat up on her bed.
Come in?
The other side of the room was completely blank, the bed stripped, the desk empty. Allison didn't have a roommate. She blamed her unpopularity due to shyness for it; when the time came to pick roommates none of the people who had been at the school with Allison since 7th grade wanted to room with her. Luckily she was still able to get a room, and she was ever hopeful that one day she would come back and find that a student had transferred in and been placed with her.
Despite her hopes of getting a roommate, Allison had gotten used to being alone, so she was very surprised when she heard a knock at her door. She sat up on her bed.
Come in?
