Hello, I’m gonna post the……….5th chapter? I think it’s the fifth. Anyhoo, thanks to @sapphy for helping me come up with a new character for my rp. (She’s Ramona and Angie’s other roommate. Anyhoo, here we go!
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Chapter 5?
Ramona’s POV
Angie was silent while we walked back to our rooms. Of course I didn’t care too much since I never let anyone’s feelings affect mine but I felt a bit concerned about her. I kept looking around or putting on a proud face for our little prank, to make it not weird. I wasn’t sure what she thought of it. I feel like she appreciated it, or that she’s just saying to herself “I just made friends with weirdo”. We walked up a flight of stairs and stood in front of our door. But then something caught our eyes before we could open it. We turned and looked out a window next to us, and we watched the sunrise. We opened the door and quickly pretended to be getting ready before our other roommate wakes up and notices we were gone. I see her sit up and she stretches out her arms and yawns. She looks up at us with a smile “good morning, I can see you two are early birds” she says. Me and Angie nod and look at each other. “Well, I’ll be in the washroom getting ready for the welcoming” she took up and opened the closet, she looked confusedly at the new uniforms me and Angie secretly put in. She took the fanciest one and went into the bathroom. I went over to Angie’s closet and took out a dress. She shook her. I started walking towards her and she ran. I cornered her and then shoved her into another washroom. She came out without it on. I already put my fancy dress on and was brushing my hair. I finished my half up do and went over to her with a hair brush. This time it was easier to handle her and I was able to give her a wishfishtail braid. I pointed to her fancy dress and she shook her head violently. “Come on Angie, you have to wear something fancy” “oh fine, I’ll wear the comfortable dress, but that’s it” I could tell there was no way I could make her wear anything else. I put the fancy dress away and gave her a long, blue dress and put a purple flower crown over her head. She shook her head and went back into her pyjamas. I gave her a jean dress with the sleeves down to her elbows and the bottom down to her knees. Then I put a red bonnet hair band in her hair. She claimed that it was “too cheerful”. I put on a black dress and I told her that it was too never like. After our argument on what Angie should do (either become a never somehow or stay with me) I gave her a red dress that went a bit above her knees, her sleeves right above her elbows. And gave her some black shorts to put on. She refused all high heels and I had no choice but to give her black slip ones. Then, once I was done putting her makeup on (which was not easy, honestly, she’s like a child) our roommate came out of the washroom and was just leaving, then she turned and said “by the way, I’m Clover. See you at the welcoming” she smiled and walked out the door “why do people act so dumb and cheerful?” Angie asked me. Someone was grumpy because of no sleep. We walked out and saw ever girls in all sorts of different clothes that they liked. I loved this. We arrived at the welcoming and me and Angie sat beside Clover. I saw the ******* the other side of her and shrieked. They were identical. “Oh, I apologize. This is my twin Jade” Clover explained “hi” Jade waved “Jade, did I tell you to say hi? And I thought I made it clear to wear something less pretty than me” Clover said rudely. “What a princess” Angie mumbled. A shoved her with my elbow and she shut up. I saw Jade react by just rolling her eyes and nodding. Odd. But none of my business. The girls stood up and Clover pulled me and Angie up too. But, I think it was without touching us. My imagination. Ever boys came in and we’re sword fighting. I smirked and rolled my eyes with my hands on my hips and Angie rolled her too. But then gave them several ***** looks. She was about to throw an egg at them but I caught it. And that’s when the roses started coming and, oddly enough. That’s when the catastrophe started.