<hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>i’m going back to the <em>START</em></strong></span></span></div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://files.jcink.net/uploads/schizophrenia//19229EA6_A778_4382_8F42_EDE049CA009D.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> andrea bellows<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> post grad<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 24 i think. <br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> lesbian but pretending<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> angry<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 12|22|2020 10:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> dorm room 103<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> annie morgan (@phaeleh)</span>-<strong><em>closed</em></strong><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/><br/>after everything was said an done andrea still opted to room in the lancelot dorms with the program kids simply because some of the students she had made friends with other the years being in the program. sure she was a postgrad and only had this semester left before she was finished and could set for the barr exam. again andy just liked routine and structure. even if that meant having a new dormmate. the previous person having finished the program opted to get far the fuck away from jamison clarke. here she was almost christmas. this was the home stretch for her, and life decided to throw her a curveball in regards to her ex.<br/><br/>not just any ex but Ace, the vice dean of jamison clarke. as much as andrea was sitting pretty sharing dorm rooms with the residents of the program she stopped keeping up with the comings and going’s of the staff unless it was a massive scandal. like that metrosexual counselor who loved himself so much he made them all at one point or another kiss themselves in mirrors. <br/><br/>going on what we know this far andy was pissed off after she peeled away from the mall and made her way back to campus with the intention of packing up all her shit and transferring. even if she was being unrealistic and she only had one exam left to go. she hasn’t been assigned a dormmate that semester and it was fine by her it was easier to leave when you weren’t attached to someone by friendship. after parking her car the blonde tore a path to her dorm room and slammed opened the door anger all over her face only to spot it not empty. <br/><br/>all anger ebbed away as she frowned at the other blonde on the empty bed across from andrea’s, “oh.” was all she said as she nodded and chuckled before she looked up at the ceiling apparently life thought it funny to give her a dormmate that was hot right after meeting her ex that was the vice dean and just when andy thought she was going to be done with this stupid school. <br/><br/>she said nothing else, throwing her purse onto the bed and just sitting down to face the new comer her brow raised in question, “a little late in the semester to be transferring in don’t you think?” alright andy was not a bitch that role was reserved for her ex. andy was friendly and kind but she had a massive chip on her shoulder and you couldn’t blame her. though she did silently acknowledge that, “what i said was kinda rude. i’m sorry, i’m andrea bellows. you can call me andy i guess. how are you?”<br/><br/></span></span>