The Wanderers Beginning: The Wanderers, Reborn, & Unforgiven by Jessica Miller Page B

petty games. I have better things to attend to. ‘Dean hurry up.’ I heard a girl’s voice in the background and then Dean hanging up the phone.
                  I shook my head and right away called my mom. “Ella! Are you alright? Why haven’t you called? What’s going on?” She bombarded me with questions.
                  “Yes mom, I’m fine. Sorry I haven’t called. Josie and I went to look around the campus and I forgot my phone.”
                  “Well you scared me. Don’t do that again.” I could just see her sinking down into a seat with her hand over her heart. Her tone relaxed as she continued the conversation. “I wanted to tell you I packed a few extra items in your suitcase just as a precaution. Did you get them?”
                  “No. I haven’t gotten that far yet, but thank you.”
                  “Your father and I have been talking and we think it would be a good idea for you to have a car while you’re there. I’ll feel safer knowing you’re not walking everywhere.”
                  “Okay mom, I’ll look into it when I get a chance.”
                  “No worries, we already took care of it. It will be delivered tomorrow.”
                  “Thanks mom,” I said, kind of shocked but also not surprised. “Totally unnecessary, but thanks.”
                  “So tell me about your first day.”
                  “Mom, I’m kind of tired. Can I tell you some other time? I haven't even unpacked yet.”
                  “Okay sweetheart. I love you.”
                  “I love you too. Bye mom.” I hung up the phone before she had a chance to say anything else. I was thousands of miles away and she was still smothering me.
                  I immediately opened my suitcase to see what my mom had stuck in there. On top was a bag with a note that read 'Be safe honey' , in my mom’s handwriting. I emptied the contents of the bag onto my bed.
                  There was a can of mace, a rape whistle, a mini flashlight, a first aid kit, and of all things, a reflective vest. I rolled my eyes and stuffed everything back in the bag and shoved it under my bed. “Hey, at least your mom cares about you,” Josie said.
                  “Yeah a little too much, but one good thing about her undying love and wanting to keep her daughter safe, we’ll have a car.”
                  “Sweet, I’m gonna take a nap. Wake me when you finish unpacking my stuff.” I threw a pillow at her and she yelped. “Alright, alright.”
                  Josie reluctantly got up and started unpacking. She opened up one of the boxes stuffed full of clothes, picked up the wrinkled pile, and threw everything on the floor of the closet. “One down, four to go,” she smiled.
                  “Josie, you are not leaving your clothes in a pile on the floor of the closet.”
                  “Why not?”
                  “Because the closet is on my side and I know you’ll be throwing clothes everywhere making a mess for me to clean up.”
                  “Fine.” She stomped back to the closet picking up the pile and throwing it in the corner on her side. “Better?”
                  “Much,” I said sarcastically. I forgot how messy Josie was. Maybe her being my roommate might not be as great as I thought.
                  After I finished unpacking everything I decided to attempt to put together the desk. “I’m going to go grab a soda. You want one?” Josie offered.
                  “Yes, please.”
                  “Okay I’ll be right back,” she said skipping out the door.
                  I dumped out all the materials and spread everything across the floor studying the directions.