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my headphones turned up. She takes a sip. The newspaper must really interest her now. I can't stand reading the news. I can't force an interest in current events. Her socks don't match. She has a green long sleeved shirt and a fairly boring thin chain silver colored necklace. She likes simple, rugged jewelry on her hands and wrists and not too much of it.

Oh no. Why did she just turn around? Could she tell I was watching her and writing about her? Of course not, nobody can see what I'm writing, I made sure of it. I don't even care if she saw. I wish she would just sit down at this table and drink her boring coffee with me. Ok, I would like to read the newspaper now. [4]

Geena just got up and asked Natalie if she was finished with that newspaper. Natalie looked up with these big eyes.

Yeah she said.

Mind if I read it?

No, here.

She gave Geena the paper and that was all.
That was pretty boring Geena thought.
I don't really know what to do now. So she sat and opened up to the comics. At least they'll keep my mind slightly occupied till I figure out what to do next.

I got through to Garfield, my favorite, and glanced up again expecting to see a bad haircut but the table in front of me turned un-occupied since I got the paper.

A prick of anger stole Geena's stoicism. Why would she up and leave so quick? She couldn't have finished that huge coffee yet. Oh god. Well there goes my day, another boring one. Tempted to up and leave herself (she had finished her coffee as of 20 minutes ago, before Natalie's entrance-which Geena took sharp note of), Geena forced herself to finish an adequate journal entry worthy of sharing with class tomorrow.
she would just be a nerd and go to class as cooler grad-students and employed graduates walked mysteriously in and out of Starbucks and her life.

I can't go back there.
not back to my dormroom. She might be there. why couldn't we just choose our own first year roommates, I often wonder this to myself with no productive outcome. I just keep thinking negative thoughts until they become me. Until they become my roommate. Until they force me to find other places that are not my room or my roommate's room or my roommate's space. I will walk away.

[1] The character's name is Priscilla. I am not sure if the abrupt shift into second-person point of view is telling or confusing, so let me know if this shift needs to occur a different way.
I've never really played around with changing pt. of view before so I'm not sure how this will work.

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