Hi listeners, I'm Samantha Ware and I have a story I want to tell you.

A story about a schoolgirl and her unusual dormate, so gather round and miss and close.

You probably wouldn't know this about me since I never really talk about it.

I mean, to this day, it's probably the freakyest thing to ever happen to me.

But I once attended boarding school and believe it or not, that's actually not the freaky part.

But it happened while I was there.

Let me back up a bit to the summer before my junior year of high school.

My parents were at a rocky point in their relationship, fighting all the time.

They loved the idea of me getting away, not having to witness how ugly things were getting at home.

Plus, with me away, nearly a hundred miles from home, they could try to work things out, get back on track.

So, they made it happen.

I enrolled that fall a Briar May field academy, home of the Bulldogs, and admittedly, I was kind of excited.

I mean, here I was on a whole new adventure, in a new environment, with a whole new menu of classes to take.

Plus, the campus, it was absolutely stunning with its sprawling green lawns, I be covered

with buildings in a state of the art gem. It also had the cutest frog pond with a footbridge

and telescopes for stargazing. In some way, I felt like I was going on vacation,

rather than to prep school. But then I met my roommate. And yes, I know who doesn't have a roommate

from her story, right? And to be honest, she seemed perfectly normal at first. Quiet, soft-spoken,

not exactly like some of my hilarious friends back home, but still. She was really sweet.

Hannah Rice was her name. She was a junior too, or so she said. She looked barely old enough to

be in high school. I remember she offered me first dibs on which side of the room I wanted.

She also insisted I take the bigger closet because I had more clothes, and she promised not to take

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