My Mom's False-Personal Narrative

I was terrified. Three and a half hours of driving seemed to fly. When I got to Milo it seemed like there would new people watching me from every direction. My sister was there and my mom but as I looked around there was only one face that I really wanted, needed, to see. My roommate.
A week prior to coming that was when I had been informed that I would be having a roommate. WHAT? Abby had never had a roommate this was completely new territory. All summer I had been gathering stuff and all the sudden I looked at my huge pile and went, “oh”, it was not going to fit. In addition to this I had been given a name Haylee Holland. I remembered who she was. She was the one who at academy days had come into the math test and said she had already