<div style="text-align: center"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">'And just for fun we take your tongue and run it over my lip</span></b><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><b>You gotta love the way she does it for the hell of it<br/>
We're in positions that most people only say they know</b></span><br/>
<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">You've got your hand right on a landmine ready to blow' </span></b>​</div>Pulling into the parking lot with (my darkest days) blaring through her speakers, swinging into the closet parking spot to the building as she could find. Before getting out of her car Camilla popped her truck, pulled on her shades,grabbed her keys and purse and got out.  Her hair flowing in the wind, the sun kissing her caramel brown skin and a smile on her face as she headed into the dorms with her two suitcases and duffle bag with her.<br/><br/>Camilla was just happy to be almost twenty hours from home to get away from her misogynistic father and his views. Being the only and the youngest girl of 12 was aggrevating and tough. Now the way she dressed and carried herself you wouldn't think she grew up with eleven brothers but piss her off, you'll find out very quickly.  She was the princess of the family and always got her way so as one would say she was spoil rotten. Thankfully she never became a brat and knew how to do for herself and was actually very nice.<br/>That was thanks to her mother....now as she grabbed her room assignment she was praying her roommate was at least bearable as a person so help their soul.<br/><br/>Looking at the board she saw she was roomed with a boy which she didn't care as long as he wasn't a pig or slob.<br/>" 110,112 ah ha 115." She mumbled to herself opening her envelope that held her key to get into dorm.<br/>Opening the door she took the bed closet to the door and started unpacking.<br/><br/>" This room is about the size of my bathroom at home. Dad's gonna have a fit when he sees it." Cammi said aloud to herself as she unpacked<br/><br/>Once she was finished she labeled their door with their names...<br/>Camilla Johnson and William Louis Tomlin.<br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"> I wonder if he's actually gonna come</span></i>.... She thought to herself