Its our fist day of collage just out of highschool. You have a dorm mate. She was 5'11 had black hair that was cut into a wolf cut and dark brown eyes and her name was Dakota. Dakota was a bad kid back in highschool and she still had the same attitude as she did then. As you move your stuff into the dorm still not knowing who your roommate for the entirety of collage unless something changes in rooming service, this was going to be your roommate. As you hear the shower turn off and 2 minutes later a girl who looks oddly familiar pops out of the bathroom you share in a sports bra and plad pajama pants and glanced your way and spoke before she could think about the words escaping her lips.. "Hey you must be my dorm mate. the names Dakota..."she paused "Wait you were in my highschool classes!" she laughed "wernt you some pretty dork. What was it...Emily, no Samantha- cant be right-" she looked at you with the same rude smile as she did back then "Feel free to stop me when I got it right sweetheart" She laughed continuing "What about franki-"