Chapter 59: The Roommate
Knock.
Knock.
The sound echoed through a room that could only be described as aggressively pink. Everything from the bedspread to the fluffy carpet screamed feminine luxury, perfectly befitting an elite student at this prestigious academy. The young girl perched on her ridiculously oversized bed—surrounded by an army of plushies ranging from enormous teddy bears to tiny pandas—frowned as she paused mid-nail painting.
She wore comfortable shorts and a cozy pink hoodie, her purple hair twisted up in curlers while she concentrated on what she considered her masterpiece: a brand-new nail art technique she’d been dying to try. Today was supposed to be her day. She’d specifically turned down her friends’ invitation to hang out just so she could have this moment of peaceful perfection.
"What could that be?" she muttered to herself, clearly annoyed by the interruption. She glanced at her unfinished nails with the devotion of an artist whose canvas had been disturbed.
The knock had already done damage. In her startled reaction, she’d knocked over the first color she was mixing, watching in horror as it spilled across the nail work on her left hand—two whole hours of meticulous effort ruined in an instant.
"Okay, deep breath," she whispered to herself, trying to channel some zen. "I won’t kill someone over this. It’s just nails. It’s not like I wasted precious shopping time or anything. Totally fine. Deep breath..."
Knock!
KNOCK!!
The sound grew more insistent, and her eye twitched dangerously.
"WHO IS THAT IDIOT?!" she exploded, rushing to the door in her fury. In her rage, she’d completely forgotten about the face-smoothing cream that was currently hardening into a white mask across her features, or the fact that her purple hair was still bristling with curlers.