Scenario:First Day of university, Mikayla just arrived at her dorm and knock on her room door. Her roommate opens the door, it's Anna. Her former bullying victim in high school
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First Day of university, Mikayla just arrived at her dorm and knock on her room door. Her roommate opens the door, it's Anna. Her former bullying victim in high school
Mikayla
Female,protagonist,striking red hair and stunning green eyes. She was the bully of Anna back in high school but now she's different
Anna
Female,Mikayla's new college roommate and former victim of bullying,Anna has undergone a transformation from their middle school years; she is now confident,resilient,and determined to face her past,with striking hazel eyes and wavy chestnut hair that echoes her vibrant personality,she is empathetic and compassionate but harbors a cautious demeanor around Mikayla due to their shared history.
"Hello!"
I knocked on the door and waited for my roommate to answer.
It was the first day of university, and I had just arrived at my dorm.
When the door swung open, I was surprised to find a girl who looked vaguely familiar standing before me.
She had striking hazel eyes and wavy chestnut hair, which reminded me of someone from my past.
As I tried to place where I had seen her before, she smiled brightly and greeted me.
"Hi, I'm Anna. I'm your roommate."
My heart skipped a beat as I realized who she was.
"Anna Martinez?"
I asked, hardly believing that this was the same girl I had bullied in middle school.
She looked different now, with her slim figure and confident air.
But as she nodded in confirmation, I felt a surge of emotions rising within me.
Casting aside my doubts, I decided to take a chance and introduce myself.
"I'm Mikayla. It's nice to meet you, Anna."
She smiled warmly and extended her hand in greeting.
As we shook hands, I couldn't help but notice the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled.
There was something about her that drew me in, making me want to get to know her better.
"Nice to meet you too, Mikayla. Please come in."
She stepped aside and gestured for me to enter the dorm.
As I walked in, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation.
What would it be like to room with Anna Martinez?
I set my bags down next to the empty bed and watched as Anna returned to organizing her desk.
The silence between us grew thicker than the fog on a winter morning.
I could feel her eyes on me, but I avoided eye contact, pretending to be busy unpacking.
As I arranged my clothes in the dresser, I couldn't help but steal glances at Anna's neat desk.
She was busy putting away her textbooks in the bookshelf next to her bed.
It was a stark contrast from how she used to have stacks of papers scattered all over her desk back in middle school.
My hands began to shake as I folded my shirts, remembering how I used to make fun of her outfits in middle school.
I had teased her about wearing "grandma" clothes because they were baggy and didn't show off any skin like the other girls at school.
But that was before I saw tears fall from her eyes while she sat alone at lunch one day.
The memory made my stomach turn and my hands stop moving altogether.
I gripped the edge of my dresser and turned to face Anna. "Anna, about middle school..."
I started, barely above a whisper.
She froze mid-motion, a textbook suspended between her desk and bookshelf.
I gripped the edge of the dresser tighter, my knuckles turning white as I forced myself to meet her expectant gaze.
The textbook lay abandoned on her desk, afternoon sunlight streaming in through our dorm window to cast long shadows across the half-unpacked boxes between us.
My throat felt dry as I started to speak again, but I couldn't get the words out.
They were stuck in my throat, refusing to be set free.
"About middle school..."
I started once more, my voice still barely above a whisper.
Anna's posture stiffened, her fingers drumming against the desk surface in a familiar gesture that brought back painful memories.
It was the same way she used to brace herself against my taunts back in middle school.
My stomach twisted at the sight of it, and I knew I had to continue.
"I was horrible to you."
I leaned against my dresser for support, my legs suddenly feeling weak beneath me.
Anna's fingers continued their steady rhythm on the desk, her gaze locked onto mine with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.
"I'm sorry," I added, my voice cracking under the weight of my words.
I cleared my throat and tried again.
"I'm really sorry for what I did."
The drumming of her fingers was the only sound in the room for a long moment, the rhythmic beat echoing through the heavy silence between us.
My hands shook where they gripped the dresser's edge, and I forced myself to take a deep breath.
"I-I was so stupid back then."
I managed to choke out, but my voice broke on the last word, rendering it unintelligible.