All the friends I have at this point, I met them at school, in one way or the other. From secondary school, to the university, I met the amazing people I have around me now, as friends. I could choose to tell stories of how I met each of them, considering they’re all unique experiences but it’ll definitely exceed word count if I do so, so I’ll just stick to the most dramatic of them all.
It’s no news that I experienced a lot in my first year in university, thanks to the fact that I’ve never lived with people other than my family before then. My school hostel is designed for 8 people to a room, and so, I was roommate to 7 other girls. Now, if we were just 7 in the room, the drama wouldn’t have been so much. But one of my roommate had this friend, who had cool roommates too. So, the two rooms were known to know each other. We all acted as roommates, that outsiders rarely knew who was in which room, and who wasn’t. Except for us insiders of course.
Source We lived messy, we had favorites, and when our favourite hated on one person in the room, many others hated on that person too. And back then, I knew I had this ability to hurt people using my words or actions, so if any of my favorites had issues with someone, I ensured I did something that hurt them to the core, to get back at them. A lifestyle I’m happy I’ve overcome now.
Sonia was one of the roommates that we were so mean to in my first year. She was a very private person, and liked having her things to herself but that was something we failed to understand. We were so mean to her, when she refused to lend us something of hers. We tried so hard to make her feel like she was an oddity in the room, and we ridiculed her for simple mistakes. I can’t remember how exactly I started getting close to Sonia but I remember that by second semester, everyone knew us both together.
She knew everything about me, and I knew everything about her. Our friendship is what you might call the enemies-to-friends considering how much we detested each other, and the insane lengths we went to get back at each other. You’d be shocked when I tell you that it’s been over three years since I saw Sonia, but she’s that friend I would always call to rant to. We haven’t seen each other for the past three years, but I talk to her more than I even talk to those roommates I was first friends with, and who I still see on campus.
The saying that love most of the time, stems from hate, is something I’ve experienced seeing how I disliked many of the people I call friends at our first meeting. I can’t even imagine living life the past three years without having Sonia by me. She’s done so many things I never imagined someone else would do for me, and I love her so much for it. Our beginning was very messy and everytime we recount the things we did to each other back then, it’s always a delight to see how deeply our love for each other now runs.
This is my entry to the #hivestudents prompt.
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