((My charrie is a senior and if anyone doesn't have a roomate, tell meh!))
Liv stepped out of the black Range Rover, they had been driving for hours and as a result of this she got a killer head rush. Liv grasped her head and blinked quickly, she put on her large coach sunglasses and shut the back door. Liv had an expectation of herself today, she would get to her dorm, introduce herself to her roommate, then unpack; but she knew this wouldn't happen, she'd get distracted somehow. Liv was a senior and most of her friends had graduated last year, sure she had some acquaintances in her grade, but no true friends. She walked to the back of the car and popped open the trunk.
"Ms. Riley, you need any help with those bags?" Asked the man who had driven her there.
"No, I think I can handle it Johnson." Liv told him sweetly, but teary eyed. He wasn't just her driver, he was like a great uncle to Liv. The sixty year old man had been working for her family since Liv was in elementary school and Liv loved him as much as she did family. Liv removed two suitcases from the trunk and plopped them on the ground.
Johnson could hear in her voice that she was saddened and exited the drivers seat to comfort her. He wrapped his arms around her and Liv did the same, he being taller than her gave her a kiss on the top of her head, and croaked solemnly, "Goodbye Liv."
Liv could barely make out the parting words, "Goodbye," as Johnson walked back into the vehicle and began to pull away as she dragged her suitcase up towards the school's main entrance.
1234 tell me that you love me more