when the day met the night - katlyn

don't you love it when it all

and there's nothing here to stop me

Finally, it was move in day. All over campus the students were bustling back and forth between their vehicles and their future dorms. Boxes, plastic bins, entire futons, and whatever else were strewn across the green space in front of the student housing. The clamor was practically tangible, classmates in various stages of the moving process toting their belongings up to their rooms alongside beaming parents. It was easy to spot the freshmen, all bright-eyed at the sight of the towering buildings. For most of them, it was their first experience away from home. As she lifted a box from the trunk of her mother's car, she couldn't help but remember the first time she had seen Regency Academy. It was definitely a nostalgia trip for her.

This was the last time she would be moving in to these dorms and living on this campus. Next year she would be off, hopefully to art school, to pursue her dream of becoming a famous painter. It was a bittersweet moment due to her mothers absence, but Katlyn had insisted on moving in herself. Her mother was still too ill to even think about lifting boxes up and down the stairs, but Kat had promised to take tons of pictures and text her with a play by play of the excitement.

Stepping up onto the landing, the pink-haired girl emerged from the stairwell. With a backpack slung over her shoulder and a large box of knickknack's resting on her hip, she carefully avoided colliding with her fellow floor-mates. Thankfully she had the sense to pull her hair up; the heat of all the added bodies in the small halls had brought the temperatures to sweltering levels. Dressed comfortably in a plain black tank-top and gym shorts, she still couldn't keep herself cool in the packed dorm. When she finally reached her door, she was lightly panting from the heat and exertion. Moving by herself was probably not the smartest idea she'd ever had, but she would never admit that out loud.

Peeking inside, she spotted her new roommate. "Hey, roomie!" she chirped as she entered the space they would share for the next school year. Hopefully this would be better than the last situation. Kat's previous cohabitant was an absolute slob, leaving food and dirty laundry all over every surface in the area. It had stressed her out so much, on top of everything else going on, that she actually snapped at the poor girl. Unfortunately, the living situation never improved, and it was painfully awkward for the rest of the year. Setting the box down and shrugging off her backpack, she turned to offer a smile to the other girl. "I'm Katlyn, but you can call me Kat. It's nice to meet you!" She tried to be friendly without being too chipper off the bat; she had a bad habit of being overeager when meeting new people.