i hated the first three girls i lived with in my suite so i moved into a suite two doors down.
in enters me - frustrated, second month of school, sweating, making a boy carry all of my things, trying not to step on anyone's toes (literally and figuratively) as i invade their' personal space and make it my own.
here they are - frustrated - annoyed that some new girl is moving in and having her boy toy carry everything for her and leaving her shit everyone and not respecting our space.
if you can imagine - it was not the most ideal situation. really, the only one benefiting from it was me. it was quite uncomfortable for the first few days.
however, in two weeks we were running around, sleeping in one another's beds, eating all of our meals together, going out on the weekends, and sharing clothes and make up.
radia - the beautiful, insanely smart, incredibly loud, moroccan princess
candace - the ethiopian goddess who smokes cigarettes, drinks whiskey, and sleeps.
andi - the super woman of sports, writing, decor, and hair, she can make anything beautiful
and me - just the girl from jersey with a lot to learn.
we were all the most unlikely friends - but they became my soul sisters and saved me more times than i can count - they made freshman year a year of joy and dancing. they are my positivity and strength.
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