Tracy was almost finished with putting the little clothes she had brought with her in her dresser when she suddenly saw her room mate barge in. She was really looking forward to some alone time with her guitar but guess that was ruined now as she saw the girl put case after case in her dresser. Tracy had seen her somewhere but couldn't remember where. And then it hit her. She was the attention seeking bitch that tried to ruin her gig in the bar a few weeks before. Fucking fantastic.!!<br/>She just stood there listening to the girl blabber on and on and on. She looked at her own feet, then at her face, then upwards, then sideways but still the girl just kept talking. Tracy could already feel her ear drums bursting with pain. " yeah..its great...nd yeah I am Tracy Simmons.." she said cutting the girl off.<br/>She then went to the bottom bunker and plopped down on the edge. " I took the bottom bunker...I am sure its alright with you.." she said trying to keep a bit of a smile on her face. She didn't know what to say to the rich girl, she had always despised rich people. But Tracy didn't want their relation to turn sour on the first day itself. "So I heard they are throwing a little party tonight...for the freshers..." she said trying to make some conversation from her side.<br/>