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Her spiky jet black hair was splotched with chunky green streaks. Her black lipstick and wild purple eyeliner contrasted sharply with her ghastly white skin. She had three piercings on her face, and her ears were completely covered in metal hoops. The words "anti-social" were printed across her black shirt. Rachel was the type of girl that most people would be afraid to even make eye contact with, she also happened to be my roommate. I had been studying abroad for the summer in Italy, and on the day that I was supposed to return home to the States, my flight was cancelled. Much to my dismay, I was forced to spend the night in Milan and take the earliest flight the following day. Because Rachel was on the same flight as I, she was forced to spend the night as well. Unfortunately, since we were grouped together through the summer program, the airline only gave us once voucher for a hotel room, and thus we became roommates. In that inst
However, it started getting late, and my stomach began gnawing at the emptiness inside of it. We ended up conversing comfortably for the rest of the meal, and for the rest of the evening. As a matter of fact, although it was horrible being delayed overnight, Rachel made it bearable, and perhaps even enjoyable. I could not fight the inevitable anymore, and so I looked over at Rachel and asked her if she wanted to join me for dinner. When we arrived at the hotel, I was to scared and too grouchy to even talk to Rachel. Even more, ones first impression of any given person is usually mostly, if not completely, incorrect. I discovered that Rachel was a very kind and interesting person, and I felt a sharp pang of guilt because I had judged her based solely on appearances. As a result, for a few hours I entertained myself and avoided her by taking a shower, brushing my teeth about three times, and reading the same magazine over and over. I realized that before forming an opinion about a person, I should at least have a conversation with him or her. After all, underneath all the clothes and make up, Rachel and I were just two teenage girls having a bad day in the airport together. I simply wanted to be at home in my own bed, not in some random airport hotel with a girl who made Marilyn Manson look tame. Even though I hoped she would say no, she accepted my invitation, and we walked down to the lobby together. The next morning we both woke up bright and early to catch out flights. This caught my attention, and we soon discovered that we both have a common Italian background.
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