Living in My Dorm

After I finished taking a shower, I sat down on a chair and pulled up toward my desk to begin my English homework, when I heard a knob twisting and the front door of the house swung open. Three girls enter separately and accumulate in the kitchen right outside my bedroom door.

“Set it down, like, right over there,” one of them said.

“Okay,” agreed the second voice I could not identify.

“So what happened on your blind date?” said the third, the one with deepest voice out of the three.

“Oh my god,” begun the first one, sounding exasperated. “He totally, like, got drunk and I had to drive him around, like, everywhere and it wasn’t fun. At all.”

“What a jerk.”

“Yeah, seriously.”

“Oh my god, oh my god! Ew! Like, what is this?” The first one screeched.

“ Ew! Get it away from us!” The other two hollered.

“Who would, like, put this in the trash can, I mean, like, this is disgusting!”

“Ew, throw it outside or something! Don’t leave that in here.” The one with the deeper voice said.

“Yeah, it’ll probably stink up the place.”

There was a slight pause, and then the unknown voice began to speak again, but with a different tone of voice. “Have you ever tried one?”

“Oh, yeah, I have, like, once. But I hate Jell-O shots.”

“Why? I love them,” stated the one with the deeper voice.

“I like them too. Don’t worry though, that won’t be the only thing to get drunk off at the club we’re going to.”

They burst out in giggles, which stopped as soon as exited the house and shut the heavy door behind them.

It was already pitch black outside when two girls entered the house, laughing hysterically at the top of their lungs. They gathered around the kitchen counter, and it took them a few seconds to catch their breath and continue the conversation.

“For real? He did for real?” The laughter commenced again, earsplitting and more obnoxious than before.

“Hell yeah!” The other shouted, as if trying to see whose voice can scream the loudest. “He did! And he comes into my apartment all like—”

“Oh no he didn’t!” The laughter persisted. Fists collided against the counter rhythmically.

“Girl! He came in and then this girl, oh, lemme tell ya about this girl!”

“There is no way, girl. I can’t believe he, like, did that. Oh my god.”

“Of course that boy did. He’s just a good-for-nothing, and girl, you won’t believe what she did—”

“Hold up. Lemme get my keys and you can tell me ‘bout it in the car.”

“Girl, you gonna crack up so bad!” The door slams and silences their voices.

A tall blonde girl with her books tucked between her chest in her hands walked alongside a chubby-faced boy with glasses and a book bag strapped to his back.

“So how was that party last night?” He asked.

“Oh my god, I totally got fucked up. I mean, like everyone got so fucked up! And I had that paper due tomorrow.”

“Really? And how did you manage that?”

“I totally rushed on it the morning before class, duh! What else could I have done?”

“I don’t know, like, do it ahead of time?”

“Nah, that’s not like me at all!”