Let's leave Highschool behind us eh?

     I went into the bathroom that I have to share with three girls. One shower, four girls. They better be okay with me spending an hour in there. I can’t make me look this good without at least an hour.

     “Have you met the other two girls you’re sharing the bathroom with? In the room next to yours?” Mom asked her eyes full of curiosity.

     “No,” I shrugged.

     “I hear someone next door,” She leaned against the door in the bathroom to listen.

     Did I mention she is super nosey? Well. There you go.

     “Mom!” I complained.

     “We should have cut your hair, you can barely see through your bangs! Lindsey, go get the scissors!”

     “NO!” I leapt back. My mom being emotionally unstable right now, handling scissors? No way would I survive freshman year in college with a boy haircut.

     I brushed my fingers through my black hair, unnaturally black. It went to my shoulders and my bangs, they brush to one side. I’m actually blonde. But I was sick of the jokes about my intelligence and was embarrassed when one student got my test result and posted it around school. Saying ’Sophia, aka Blondie. I guess blondes are idiots’.

     Ah high school. It’s over, finally. No more gossip and the preps. People in college are here to learn. Not here because of the government. Well, I guess I was one of them. But still, I’m new, starting fresh.

     “I think you should wear your glasses. Contacts will be difficult in college,” Mom went on.

     “Mom, My eyes are fine,” I sighed. I have pale blue eyes, also not so 20/20 vision, so without contacts. I’m practically blind.

     “What about your retainer? Shouldn’t you be wearing it?” She grabbed my chin and practically pried my mouth open.

     “Mom, I only wear that at night…”

     “..Are you good on products?”

     I blushed. “Mother!” I screamed.

     My dad was in the room, along with passing fathers and brothers that were in the hall. I guess I’ll have a nice reputation as tampon girl. Just peachy.

     “I just have to make sure Sophie… I won’t be here to buy you things, and what if you’re hurt? I can’t hug you!” She sighed.

     I sat in my chair awkwardly as my dad inspected every crack in the wall and every flaw.

     My sister looked at me sadly. She and I are super close, and also laugh about our parents flaws. Just like our own. I remember us laughing so hard that we were sobbing when my mom and dad were arguing about the mysterious dishes in the sink. I may or may not have been the one to put them in the sink instead of the dishwasher, but my mom was so sure it was my father.

     “So...” I started.

     “You want us to leave?” Mom frowned.

     “Well... My room mate will be here soon and it’s a small room. Crowded,”

     She started her sobbing almost immediately. I shot a desperate look towards my sister as my mother was giving me the, ’I will miss you’ speech.

     I love my mom to tears. But I’m horrible at comforting the criers. I’m not very good at sympathizing with them. I suck when my friends are dealing with boyfriend issues and all I can say is, “Pass the chips.”

     I’m more of a make people cry person. But I’m a step down from bully. I’m just tough is all, even though I’m short, I can take down a grown man.

     I don’t pick on people unless they mess with me first. And that’s probably why my mom is sobbing. Worried I may cause a riot. Which is very possible actually, I’m the type that would...