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Samantha Sobino
The hipster blonde had no exception when it came to exhaustion either. Traveling on her own, town after town in search of better colleges wasn't easy. Anytime Samantha went to a new college, the less likely she were to stay. It was obvious, in today`s generation. The men were pigs, and some girls were so fake, she swore they had sticks up their asses by the way they walked. Still, the eighteen year old blonde was absolutely convinced this town was just as screwed as the others.
Samantha was pessimistic when it came to good opportunities such as college. It was mainly because she grew up in a home full of pot heads, and her parents never went to a university. Sam just never got any good opportunities as a child. While other children were out playing and learning how to ride a bike, she spent all her time indoors caring for her disabled parents and cleaning house. She never had any free time in the world, and growing up in a home with the less than accepted education, Sam barely passed high school.
Hell, the girl didn't even know what she wanted to do when she decided to settle down. Now that she had all these "opportunities", her brain swirled with mixed thoughts and emotions. Sam had one goal that she was determined to set, that being to not end up like her parents. But there were challenges. Was it worth trying to save the funds to go to a for year university and end up leaving like she did with the others? Would she always be on the run?
Thinking all this through as she entered campus on her bike, Sam stopped by the dorm building to pay the first fee on her room. Overly expensive in her opinion, the hipster blonde carried up one large bag that had a majority of her belongings inside. She decided she'd sort through it later, and went back downstairs to the lady at the front desk. "Do you know where to get some coffee around here?" she asked subtly. The lady looked up from her desktop and smiled. "The library has some freshly brewed up about this time every morning. It's just across the lot. It's quite deserted at this time of day, but if you're willing to make done friends, there was one girl that stopped in just a bit ago. Cute one she is, with fiery red hair, and quiet. Try and get to know her maybe."
"Yeah, well I suck at making friends, but I'll take your hearty advice into account and try," Sam replied back, rather sarcastic though the lady didn't seem to notice. Leaving the dorm, the shadow of her slim figure cast weird shapes on the dewy grass. She barely reached the door of the library when a hungover boy about her age stepped out rather abruptly. "Hey babe, I may be drunk, but isn't it a little late for a pretty thing like you to be outside this late?" Scoffing, Sam looked at the boy with annoyance. "It's morning sweetheart. And please, hitting on me isn't going to work. I'm a lesbian."
The drunk boy didn't seem to be affected, but watched as Sam entered the library before yelling, "Dyke!". Sighing, she walked over to an empty table, sitting down to pull out her notebook, some pens, and her schedule. First class she had was graphic design at nine. Looking up momentarily to rub her eyes, she spotted Kindred and only looked at her for a free seconds before getting some coffee with english toffee creamer. "This better be worth it," she says to herself, the soothing warmth of the liquid taking her worries away for all but a few moments.
ooc; random muse burst too, haha it's been awhile.