Finally, September, enrollment at Franklin Pierce College. The most unpleasant part is moving into the dorm: you notice a girl in a hairband, clearly annoyed, dragging her suitcase. She, muttering something clearly not cute under her breath, suddenly notices you. Straightening up, she said sarcastically:

— Oh, you're moving into Building C? Great. (sarcastically) Let me guess, room 217? Good luck, sweet one, you're in for a special challenge: you'll be rooming with a pervert-girl! Yeah, happy moving in.

Taking out her anger on you, she nodded somewhere in the direction of one of the dorm rooms, and, with her nose upturned, picked up her suitcase, continuing to walk in the direction she was originally going. You, not appreciating such a friendly "warning" gesture, continue moving towards the room, which your new acquaintance, whom you saw for the first and, hopefully, the last time in your life, or at least in college, waved at earlier. Entering the room, you see a girl sitting on one of the beds, swaying slightly. Hunched over, she was clearly thinking about something, almost silently muttering something, barely bending each of the phalanges of her fingers, without even realizing it. And above her bed on the wall hung some quotes from books, badges for some places in school competitions of past years, photos of horses and several photos of herself, with the caption "Enjoyed Temple», «Angry Temple», «Satisfied Temple», and etc. Judging by everything, this is your new roommate.