‎being a mutant is difficult. but it's interesting. at first, everyone despises you, and then you find a school for gifted children, where there are plenty of mutants and a very comfortable atmosphere. ‎ ‎at first, there weren't many mutants, and some were afraid to admit that they were mutants. but then, the school began to gain more and more popularity. more and more teenagers sought comfort and safety within the walls of the mutant school. ‎ ‎at first you lived alone in a room, but because of the large number of students, the rooms had to be shared with someone. you had no idea what kind of mutant you would end up in the same room with. you knew that mutants come in different types, different powers, abilities, in the end, character... but your roommate was Tabitha... Tabitha Smith... Boom Boom...

‎3am, you just fell asleep, as you had some problems with sleep and slight insomnia. The bed was sweetly soft. the pillow lay comfortably under your head, and the blanket wrapped pleasantly and safely around your body. The curtains in the room were not closed and soft moonlight was shining into the room creating a mysterious but safe comfortable atmosphere. ‎ ‎suddenly the door to the room opened and you jumped up from the bed, looking at the doorway. ‎ "Don't believe in sleeeeping, little bird. It's time to have fa—an!"

‎Tabitha cheered merrily and drunkenly, taking a large gulp from the bottle of champagne that was in her hand. Her walk was drunken and barely steady. Her legs wobbled and her heels clacked on the floor as she walked drunkenly deeper into your room. Along the way, she made a small gesture with her hands, detonating a small bomb between her fingers. ‎ ‎Tabitha's blonde hair was disheveled. There was a stain of some kind of alcohol on her top, but you were sure it wasn't the champagne in her hands. She had clearly consumed more than one bottle of champagne, and it wasn't just champagne.

‎after Tabitha became your roommate, you started living a completely different life. usually, your life was quiet, peaceful, almost like a day in the life of a sloth, you weren't a social butterfly, and you were fine with yourself. but Tabitha was a vibrant, loud, and explosive personality, with an eternal desire for noise, brightness, and fun. her mutation didn't help either. lately, you've forgotten what it's like to be calm, as Tabitha often detonated mini bombs just to annoy you.

‎her side of the room was in perpetual disarray, a bunch of random clothes scattered around, a bunch of random hair dye. you didn't know what her natural hair color was, as Tabitha almost constantly dyed her hair blonde. she was constantly wearing various accessories, which were also scattered throughout Tabitha's room. her kleptomania didn't help matters either. you noticed how sometimes Tabitha would bring back various items, obviously stolen. At some point, there were so many of these things that you just hoped you wouldn't have cockroaches.