turtle

my friend and i are walking on campus. we see a turtle. it looks so cute. i want it as my pet. we take it to the next class and let it go around the classroom. everyone has fun, especially the teacher. the teacher is so cute, all the girls flirt with him. he flirts with my turtle. i take it to the dorms. i introduce it to my roommate. i don’t know how to take care of it, i don’t know what to feed it, i don’t have time to do any research. there is no internet. i throw cucumber peels and leaves all over the floor for the turtle to eat. i put some water in there. my roommate is bothered by my turtle. my roommate is bothered by the fact i don’t buy herbalife from her. my roommate is bothered by the fact she has no money. my roommate does not feel that great these days. i go home one weekend. i come back. the turtle is gone. the roommate does not admit throwing it out, but i know the truth. i feel uncontrollable sense of anger. i start smoking in the room. i start playing loud music. i start keeping the lights on. i hate doing all that, but i feel the need to. i can’t stand her. she threw my turtle. i go to vacation, i come back. my roommate is gone. she switched rooms. i get another roommate. she is nice. i never find my turtle.