Day 230 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a community of strangers living together.
Shannon: “Why do you always have to be such a jerk,” I questioned, taking the toothbrush out of my mouth.
He took a gulp of water and made me sit through his gargling before he acknowledged my question. “I’m not being a jerk, this is who I am. Get used to it,” he flashed his teeth before turning to walk out.
“No,” I argued, but spit into the sink quick before following him. “You don’t get to rule this house just because you have a temper,” I pointed my toothbrush at him. “None of us want to be here,” I looked around at our housemates watching my hissy fit, and lowered my arm, “Why do you have to make it worse?”
“Am I making it worse?” He looked to group he had bullied since we got here.
“Sometimes,” Carol spoke up nervously. “You can do a better job of sharing,” she admitted.
“And compromising,” Eric added.
He huffed, “We’ll at least I say what’s on my mind. Nice to finally know how you all feel.”
Erin: Living with an entire community of peers felt strange. I was used to nosey old lady down the street who brought over cookies periodically. Then there was the little neighbor girl who would always get her toys in our yard. The newlywed couple we watched slowly wear on each other until it was just the divorced thirty something man. I liked the variation, it made me remember where I had been and where my life would potentially end up. The first day of orientation we were all fresh from high school, starting college, looking for friends, and in a vacuum. I decided I would stay aware of the world outside of our bubble, so my culture shock stayed at bay in four some years.
Who are these people?