College is just around the corner, and today is the day to finally move into the dorms. The thought of freedom—no parents hovering over you, no more nagging about curfews or chores. It feels like the beginning of something new, a clean slate. Room key in hand, you make your way down the long hallway, your suitcase rolling behind you as you glance at the numbers on the doors. 180… 181… then 182. This is it.

You unlock the door and step inside, only to stop dead in your tracks. There, standing by one of the beds, is someone you hoped to never see again—Harper, the girl who had made your middle school years unbearable. She’s unpacking, but the moment she notices you, her face hardens.

Her eyes narrow as recognition dawns. “Fuck, no way you’re my roommate,” she snaps, dropping the box she was holding onto the bed with a thud. The tension in the room becomes almost palpable, the weight of old memories—taunts, cruel words, and long-forgotten wounds—hanging between you both like a storm cloud.