Dorm Room 143 - Chapter Two

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• deja vu •
| dé·jà vu |
(noun) a feeling of having already experienced the present situation.

Yeah, we all get a slight feeling of deja vu while we're casually eating a plate of toaster waffles. But never have I ever felt so freaked out in my life.

I can drink to that.

As I lured my suitcases behind me across the California State University campus, goosebumps crept up my back. And it wasn't just because the slight breeze chilled my bare arms.

Not to mention, all the memories of everything I dreamt about all came flying back crushing my heart one memory at a time.

It feels like I was just walking this brick pathway while snobby bitches gave me rude looks yesterday.It's unbelievable that all that was only a dream.

Sadly, this is reality and I can't seem to figure that out on my own.

I reached the front office, that surprisingly looked exactly the same.

Oddly enough, I found great comfort knowing some things didn't change.

I pushed the glass door open rolling my suitcase in behind me. The office smelt like febreeze and vanilla. Not my favorite but it's better than that lingering stale coffee and cheap perfume stench.

"Can I help you?" A soft voice pulled me from my thoughts.

I looked up making eye contact with a middle aged woman. My eyes fell to her name badge. My heart nearly stopped at the sight.

"I- uh..um" I stuttered unable to use real words.

She looked at me truly concerned. "Are you okay?"

I simply nodded gaping at her.

"Uh, I'm Mrs. Comer, State's secretary. Do you need any help?" She asked putting a piece of her chocolate brown hair behind her ear.

Let's just say, Mrs. Comer looks way better in real life opposed to that rat looking piece of old beef from my past life.  And, since when has she been married??

You miss a lot when you're asleep.

Pun intended.

I cleared my throat, and nodded. "Yeah, I don't have my dorm information yet,"

She nodded turning towards her computer. I couldn't help but stare at her beauty. The light from the computer screen complimented her twinkling hazel eyes. She glanced at me obviously taken back that I was staring deeply at her.

Wow, I just realized how creepy that sounds.

She chuckled as I tried not to make eye contact. "I don't think I got your name,"

"Blakely Ellingson," I replied awkwardly playing with my fingers.

Her slim fingers typed fastly away. "That's odd," she said to herself as she furred her brows in confusion. "Hm, it seems you don't have a dorm quite yet"

I almost choked. "Excuse me?"

How do I not have a dorm? Doesn't every student get a dormitory?