The most likely lasting hate forever

Hallow stood on her bed, putting up a big poster of a white skull, on a black background, the eyes of it seemed fiery and endless. She stabbed tacks into each corners, then plopped down on her bed, crossing her legs, resting her hands in her lap, looking up at the skull poster happily. She then laid flat on her back, looking at the plain ceiling, wondering what she could put up there, maybe some of those glowy stars or something.

The room was actually meant for two. There were two beds, but only one was empty on the other side of the room. And a couple dressers, originally there had only been one, but she had bought her own that was dark colored and at the end of her bed a top her dresser was three garden gnomes. The front of her bed there was a bed side table, with a lamp that had a black light bulb with it, that didn't light the room very well.

She sat up again, and ran her hands through her hair, wondering when her new roommate she was to have would arrive soon, she hadn't been told what day or time the girl was to arrive, but she had heard it would be soon, and she dreaded the moment, and wondered who it would be, and if she would get along with the person, something told her they won't.

Her eyes were slowly closing to rest some, until she heard footsteps in the hall, and then a girls voice and the sound of bags dropping. She sat up almost immediately, and the girls face was priceless. She tossed her head back and laughed. "I'll take that as a compliment." She then looked the girl over, tilting her head to the side. Oh god. She looked like the rich prissy kind. She knew something was gonna be wrong.

She flicked a strand of black hair over her shoulder, and looked at the girl. Deeply disturbed. She glanced at the gnomes on her dresser, one she had painted a skull looking face over its face, and then her poster of the skull, and everything she owned was basically black, or purple, she supposed she could be, but it was normal for her. She stood up, folding her arms. Hallow wore a simple larger black tee, and black pocketless cargoes.

"I'm Hallow Holiday. Or... more preferably, Halloween." She said, grinning.

“You shouldn’t,” she said. “You need mental help. That isn’t meant to be a compliment.

Hallow snorted in laughter, before glowering at the girl. So she was called Cass? Prissy name, prissy clothes, prissy voice, it was driving Hallow crazy, especially the way how the girl acted like she was better then her, it made her look at the girl with more hate. She was going to kill the person who sets up the dorms. Whoever thought it would be a good idea to put this girl in this dorm must have a death wish, She thought.

"Ground rules...? Fun."

Oh, she was so not liking this girl. She listened as the girl started speaking her rules. When she brought up makeovers and therapy, it made her want to hit the girl, maybe sic a few gnomes at her.

"Well, aren't you full of it. But if we're having some... rules, then here's mine; don't my stuff, and I will hurt you. Touch the gnomes, and they will destroy your perfect little face as you sleep." She then stopped, and looked thoughtful a moment, before grinning darkly. "Actually, you might not want to even close your eyes for a few even." Hallow said.