“You turn a corner and are surprised to find.”
I haven’t seen her since elementary school. And here I was, minding my own business, heading to my next class when I turn the corner and see her.
She looks amazing, of course. She always looked amazing. Even in first grade when every kid had a massively noticeable gap between at least two of their teeth, hers were perfectly aligned. While most first graders insist on dressing themselves, resulting in a noticeable frump-style, she looked as put together as an L.L. Bean child model. She always had the best grades, the best hair, the best lunches, and the best birthday parties. When our class moved up to the county middle school, she moved on to a private finishing school in Pennsylvania.
Guess she was all finished, now.
That Annalise Rosamund Primm would be standing in the hallway of Cumberton College was beyond me.
Her brunette hair tumbled down her back in large, luscious curls. Dark, denim skinny jeans were tucked neatly into genuine leather – how could they not be? – riding boots. Coupled with a monogrammed blazer, it seemed that Annalise Rosamund Primm’s put-together fashion hadn’t changed since elementary. Glancing down at my favorite pair of Chuck Taylors, baggy jeans and graphic tee, I realized that my style probably hadn’t changed either. Apparel aside, I noticed something infinitely more important. She began to walk in my direction.
Fight or flight instincts took over. I chose flight.
My faithful Chucks weren’t so faithful, because as I quickly spun around on my heels they made a screeching noise almost like a bad car accident. Of course, because I had sloshed through a pile of mud just before walking in the building my shoes were squeaky as well as slippery. In an instant, I was on my rear-end on the floor. Readjusting my wide framed glasses, I looked up to see the face I’d been running from.
“Megan? That’s never you.” she cooed.
“Yeah, hi.” I moaned.
“You know when I chose to transfer to Cumberton, I had no idea I’d see anyone I recognized. Not anyone at all!”
“Yeah,” I managed again, “isn’t that something?”
“Quite.” she giggled. Then a courtesy, “I hope you’ve been well.”
“Yeah,” I began with my new favorite word, “I’ve been doing alright. You know, just studying and stuff.”
She hummed. “Listen, Megan, I wonder if I could ask you a small favor. I’ve yet to find a roommate and, since we’re such good friends, I wonder if you would be mine?”
They say you never know what’s around the next corner. I wish I had.