Stockholm Syndrome

Rose Faith Davis comes from a family torn apart by the unfortunate events of a late night drive. It's taken years to overcome the loss of the one that believed in her so much. Now, she's graduated high school and is ready to take on the task that is college. She'll be moving from her small American town to the bustling city of Sydney, Australia. There's a lot of bad things happening over the sea, however, this doesn't scare Rose. She's up for any challenge, and will chase her dreams no matter what. ~Don't follow your dreams, chase them~

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7. Making Friends

*The Next Day*

          “Room 209,” I mumble to myself as I walk down the hall. “Hm, yesterday’s classes seemed so much easier to find.”

          My first day of college went so smooth, and I started a few assignments that are due in a few weeks. I wasn’t able to get very far as I have to make sure I got dinner and a good night’s sleep.

          “Ah, there’s the science lab,” I smile as I walk in, looking around the room for Daisy. I’m a bit nervous, but I can’t wait to meet Daisy.

          I spot a girl who looks like the description of Diana and head over to the lab table she’s sitting at. I plop my backpack down next to the table and sit on the stool.

          The girl instantly turns to me and smiles, “Hello, are you Rose Faith?”

          “Um, yeah,” I smile back. “Are you Daisy?”

          “I am. Victoria told me about you. Your accent is so cool, and you seem just as nice as she said.”

          I giggle, “Well thanks. You’re just as Tori described. Appearance and personality. Second friend and I think I’ve done well with who I’ve picked.”

          “Well, I’m honored to be your second friend, and I’m so glad you’re a freshman as well. It’s so cool you’re from America as well. I can show you around. All of us can go shopping on Sunday, or later Saturday. Since I’m assuming you have a class that day as well.”

          “I do. I’m here to be a writer, and that’s the day I have my creative writing class.”

          “Well, we can plan something tomorrow after our classes. I know you are meeting Laurel next.”

          “That’s right. She rooms with Victoria, if I remember correctly.”

          “She does. That is why we would stay on campus until everyone is done with class and head to their dorm room.”

          “That sounds like a good plan. I’d love to hand with all of you off campus. So, shopping seems like a great first thing we could all do.”

          “And we could go to Nando’s. Have you had anything from Nando’s yet?”

          “It’s been my dinner a few times now. I finally made it to the store to get groceries and have been making breakfast and lunch. But by dinner, I’m so worn out and I just order out.”

          “Do you have a job here?”

          “Um, no. Actually, I worked super hard back in America. Two jobs at once to save up a lot of money, and to help my mom. I also got lots of money from relatives for holidays that I saved. I got a sendoff money from relatives as well.”

          “That’s so interesting. I noticed you only said mum. Did your dad leave you guys or something?” Her face falls and she waves her hands frantically in front of her. “Oh my, I’m so sorry. That was probably too personal, and rude on my part.”

          “Oh no, it’s fine. After years of having to tell people, I’ve gotten used to it. My father was hit and killed by a drunk driver many years ago.” I hold out my arm to show her my forearm tattoo. “This was the last thing he said to me. I’m planning on getting more tattoos that remind me of him, and some that don’t. I feel like getting ink is a way of expressing myself in a very interesting way.”

          “Well, I’m sorry for your loss. Goodness, I bet you hear that a lot and it doesn’t mean anything anymore. I’m glad you’re so strong about it. That tattoo is wicked, though.”

          I giggle at her remarks, “Thank you. It was hard at first, but it opened up so much for me. I’m here now, and I’m doing what I love. The condolences just pass over me now, but I know people just don’t know what else to say. I wish he was still here, yeah, but with all that happened I’ve become such a better person.”

          “Alright class,” the teacher stands in the front of the room, right in the middle of the chalkboard. The smile on her face reveals how much she must love her job. “I hope you like who you are seated by, because that will be your lab partner for everything we do in this class.”

          Daisy and I grin and fist bump.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I was going to make this longer, but I think it is perfect the way it is. Hope you liked it! :D

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