The Path I choose...
New Friends.... or Enemies?
Sammi's POV
I finally got off the plane, and I could see my luggage come at baggage claim. As I grabbed them, I went out,seeing a man with my name on a card. I followed him into a bus filled with many other college people. This is going to be a long drive avoiding... uh... Chad.
~~After the ride~~
You know it's just Standford Orientation so I'll skip all the rules, they already have a handbook!
~~Getting the keys~~
Alright, I then went tothe Dorm Supervisor. I said my name, and they gave me the electrical card, and also the name of my roomate. I grabbed my suitcases and slid the card through. I could see a girl her face in a book.
"Hello?" I asked. She looked up. I looked at her. Oh my god she looks like Annabeth Chase in the movies from the Percy Jackson movies! "Are you Washington Quincy? My roomate?" I asked. Washington looked at me again, and nodded.
"So you're Sammantha Lukewood." She said.
"I'd rather be called Sammi instead." I said.
"But that's your name. You should appreciate it. It's part of who you are, your personality."
"A.) You sound like a Fortune Cookie, and B.) My personality is shortening things." I said. Washington rolled her eyes and went back to her book. I looked at the title. American Differences from Revolution to One. "Are you in to Government?" I asked.
"Yeah. My dad is Franklin Quincy, a Lawyer, and my mother is Tanya (Nee)~Ginna Quincy. Some say my father's side of the family is from president John Quincy Adams, as his child changed names to Quincy instead, more original instead of 'Adams', a common name. I, plan to be the first Female President of the United States. I got in from Debate and Social Studies. I have been interested ever since I heard of my ancestor." Washington said.
"So that's why you're named Washington? The first president?"
"Exactly Sammantha." She replied. Oh, I have to get used to my name then.
"I'm from Atlanta, Atlanta, Georgia. You?" Washington continued.
"Manahattan, New York." I replied. She nodded, and murmurred something about total city girl.
"How did you get in, Fasion Designing? Acting?" Washington asked smugly.
"Journalism, Writing." I said protectively, as Washington didn't care to listen. I sighed. Great. Was this supposed to be a new friend or enemy or what?
"I'd get everything out if I were you. Luckily I got the big dresser." Washington said, closing her book, getting a notebook out, drawing hearts around words.
"You like Niall Horan?" I asked addng clothes to the hangers.
"WHAT!? NO!" Washington blushed deeply, but dropped the notebook, seeing a drawn-picture of a boy kissing a girl in a garden.
"I know them, actually. One Direction." I said.
"Oh please. Even if that is true, nothing will get us together."
"Oh yeah?" I pulledout my phone and dialed Liam.
"Liam? Can I talk to Nial real quick, this is for... something."
"Uh... okay? Like that's any important. Here Niall, for you."
"Hello Sammantha."
"Everyone stop calling me by my real name!"
"But that's you, it's part of you who are--"
"I don't need another fortune cookie in my life, just... talk to Washington!" I passed it to Washington.
Washington's POV
That's it, what was she planning? All I heard was names.
"H-hello?" I squeaked.
"Uh... hi?" I heard a boy say. I could've died. Niall Horan was on the other line. So what? Is Sammi a secret singer? Is she his sister? How could she know.
"Uh... is there anyone?"
"Oh... sorry, here." I gave it back to Sammantha, {I don't care! It's your name! Even Niall said it!} {Niall: Wash, don't get me into this!}
I was blushing red, and Sammantha said good-bye to him.
"You were fine! Now your actually shy?!" Sammantha spat at me.
"I never thought it was true! How do you know Liam? Niall?" I asked her.
"Well Liam is my boyfriend. Since last year, on their World Tour to America." She said like it was a topic she didn't want to discuss.
"Well I guess we could work this out." I said, "Oh my gosh did I just say that to a civilian?" I blurted out.
"First things, first," Sammantha started, "You've got to get a better attitude." I smiled wryly, and got my diary back and closed it. I really need a lock.
I finally got off the plane, and I could see my luggage come at baggage claim. As I grabbed them, I went out,seeing a man with my name on a card. I followed him into a bus filled with many other college people. This is going to be a long drive avoiding... uh... Chad.
~~After the ride~~
You know it's just Standford Orientation so I'll skip all the rules, they already have a handbook!
~~Getting the keys~~
Alright, I then went tothe Dorm Supervisor. I said my name, and they gave me the electrical card, and also the name of my roomate. I grabbed my suitcases and slid the card through. I could see a girl her face in a book.
"Hello?" I asked. She looked up. I looked at her. Oh my god she looks like Annabeth Chase in the movies from the Percy Jackson movies! "Are you Washington Quincy? My roomate?" I asked. Washington looked at me again, and nodded.
"So you're Sammantha Lukewood." She said.
"I'd rather be called Sammi instead." I said.
"But that's your name. You should appreciate it. It's part of who you are, your personality."
"A.) You sound like a Fortune Cookie, and B.) My personality is shortening things." I said. Washington rolled her eyes and went back to her book. I looked at the title. American Differences from Revolution to One. "Are you in to Government?" I asked.
"Yeah. My dad is Franklin Quincy, a Lawyer, and my mother is Tanya (Nee)~Ginna Quincy. Some say my father's side of the family is from president John Quincy Adams, as his child changed names to Quincy instead, more original instead of 'Adams', a common name. I, plan to be the first Female President of the United States. I got in from Debate and Social Studies. I have been interested ever since I heard of my ancestor." Washington said.
"So that's why you're named Washington? The first president?"
"Exactly Sammantha." She replied. Oh, I have to get used to my name then.
"I'm from Atlanta, Atlanta, Georgia. You?" Washington continued.
"Manahattan, New York." I replied. She nodded, and murmurred something about total city girl.
"How did you get in, Fasion Designing? Acting?" Washington asked smugly.
"Journalism, Writing." I said protectively, as Washington didn't care to listen. I sighed. Great. Was this supposed to be a new friend or enemy or what?
"I'd get everything out if I were you. Luckily I got the big dresser." Washington said, closing her book, getting a notebook out, drawing hearts around words.
"You like Niall Horan?" I asked addng clothes to the hangers.
"WHAT!? NO!" Washington blushed deeply, but dropped the notebook, seeing a drawn-picture of a boy kissing a girl in a garden.
"I know them, actually. One Direction." I said.
"Oh please. Even if that is true, nothing will get us together."
"Oh yeah?" I pulledout my phone and dialed Liam.
"Liam? Can I talk to Nial real quick, this is for... something."
"Uh... okay? Like that's any important. Here Niall, for you."
"Hello Sammantha."
"Everyone stop calling me by my real name!"
"But that's you, it's part of you who are--"
"I don't need another fortune cookie in my life, just... talk to Washington!" I passed it to Washington.
Washington's POV
That's it, what was she planning? All I heard was names.
"H-hello?" I squeaked.
"Uh... hi?" I heard a boy say. I could've died. Niall Horan was on the other line. So what? Is Sammi a secret singer? Is she his sister? How could she know.
"Uh... is there anyone?"
"Oh... sorry, here." I gave it back to Sammantha, {I don't care! It's your name! Even Niall said it!} {Niall: Wash, don't get me into this!}
I was blushing red, and Sammantha said good-bye to him.
"You were fine! Now your actually shy?!" Sammantha spat at me.
"I never thought it was true! How do you know Liam? Niall?" I asked her.
"Well Liam is my boyfriend. Since last year, on their World Tour to America." She said like it was a topic she didn't want to discuss.
"Well I guess we could work this out." I said, "Oh my gosh did I just say that to a civilian?" I blurted out.
"First things, first," Sammantha started, "You've got to get a better attitude." I smiled wryly, and got my diary back and closed it. I really need a lock.
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