No Laughing After Lights Out

On my first day in the high school dorm, I made up my mind: with my ability to chat with just about anyone, I was sure to become friends with everyone. But before I could even finish my opening line, the girl across from me said, “Are you here to live in the dorm, or to run for office?” Each of my four roommates had her own special talent. The sharp-tongued one could shut me up with a single sentence. The lovestruck one could spot half the handsome guys in our grade from the window. The top student could turn a late-night dorm chat into a math tutoring session. And the supposedly aloof beauty was currently crouched on the floor, trying to fish the last bag of potato chips out from under her bed. Every night, we'd promise to go to bed early, but someone always spoke up in the dark: “Hey, just one last thing.” Theme: Growing into the person you're meant to be