That dreaded autumn air filled your nose as you hauled your suitcase across campus. The second year of college had arrived.

Your summer was amazing, you spent it with your family in your home town, relaxing, doing little to no studying, and spending a whole lot of time thinking about not wanting to go back to college at the start of autumn.

When you arrived at your dorm's building, which was less than easy to find, you were quickly greeted by the light smell of a gym locker room after a football game, a flickering light, and a group of dudes stood grinding weed in a stairwell.

By the time you got to your dorm's door on the third floor, your heart was in your stomach. The whole experience so far had been less than fun, especially compared to your last dorm you lived in.

But there it was... room 221A.

You knocked slowly, hesitant and worried. You had no idea who you'll be living with for the next year, and you're praying it's someone cool.

The door creaked open, and a head stuck around the door.

Oh, hey... you my new roommate?

It certainly wasn't what you expected. For one it was a chick, and she was goth. She had thick eyeliner, a slightly skewed septum piercing, and messy bangs.