Your Life and Mine Lillian Delgado (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Lillian Delgado (open) Lillian Delgado (close) Name: Lillian Delgado Gender: Female Age: 19 Year: Sophomore Tiffany Archer (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Tiffany Archer (open) Tiffany Archer (close) Name: Tiffany Archer Age: 19 Gender: Female Year: Sophomore --- Music blasted through her headphones as Lillian was on her way back to campus. Like every morning, she was out for a morning jog around the surrounding neighborhood around USC. The morning ritual started in high school and continued until now. Rounding a corner, the song finished and Poppiholla by Chicane began to play. She grinned as the runner’s high brought her into the zone. Her pace quickening, the outskirts of the campus soon came into view. Raised in an immigrant family, Lillian’s road to present had been a bumpy one. It had been her dream to run in college - ever since she joined her high school’s track and field team. It had been a long road. There were days where she wanted to quit, fearful that she wasn’t good enough. Before her greatest of feats, the loses were innumerable. However, for the promise of an education that her parents braved the move from their home country to the states, athletics was ticket, and she’d be damned if she ruined the opportunity. Though uncertain when she first started out, here she was, a sprinter for arguably the best program in the whole country. Wearing t-shirt with Trojans printed neatly across the chest area, pride exhumed from her. As the last few feet came into view, Lillian pumped her legs and arms as she went into a full on sprint. Her breath came in sharp gasps as she reached the inner dwellings of campus and began to decelerate. Keeping a constant jog, Lillian began her cool down. Her heart hammered in her chest, but she knew it’d slow. She had always been fast at recovering - namely, she could keep going. Finally coming to stop near the McDonald’s Swimming Stadium. Checking her heart rate, she looked at her watch. Ninety. Not bad at all. Lillian wiped the sweat from her forehead as the sun was finally beginning to crest the horizon. Morning runners would’ve been out and about right now, but that was when students actually began to move in. Since Lillian was an athlete, she and her teammates all had early move-ins and meetings with their advisors. Lillian still had to meet with hers to finalize her schedule, but she wasn’t in a hurry. The meetings were set and hers was later this afternoon. This year - instead of staying in the freshman halls - she had chosen to stay at Regal Trojan with one of her teammates, Tiffany. She remembered how awkward it was in the beginning. But, as the season progressed, they had become good friends. For that, Lillian was thankful. Taking out her phone/music player, she started another playlist as she began to walk back to her apartment. Tiffany was suppose to move in today ending her period of solitude. A smile was glued to her face on the whole entire walk back. It was good to be back on campus with another season slowly crouching upon her. The competition, it was a rush that was hard to resist. --- “Yes mama, I’m fine.” Lillian poured herself a glass of milk as she took a sip. Her phone was wedged between her shoulder and cheek. “How’s papa? The young gremlin?” “Still sleeping,” her mother said confirming Lillian’s suspicion. “Do you have everything? Mama can drive and drop of what you need. Send me a list?” “I have everything. Really,” Lillian said. “I meet with my advisor later today. Tiffany’s moving in today too!” “Good! Didn’t want you to be lonely. No teddy bear to hold, no?” Lillian grimaced. “I brought him along, mama.” “Lillian!” her mother said in feign shock. “You’re too old for toys, hija.” “Never mama,” she said. “Anyway, mama, I got to go. Stuff to do. I’ll call later tonight? Bien?” “Si, hija. Love you.” “Love you too mama.” Lillian ended the call as she finished the rest of her glass of milk then placed the glass into the sink. She hoped Tiffany didn’t mind that she stocked the refrigerator. She didn’t take up too much space leaving a little more than half unfilled for her roommate. Having time to kill, she sat on the couch and flipped on the TV to the news station. Having just taken a shower, Lillian bummed in capris leggings and a loose fitting hoody. Taking out her phone, she opened the text box between Tiffany and her. She typed, “Hey girl! When are you arriving? I’ve delayed decorating - figured you’d want to do that together! Oh, classes. We better have the same ones! Well, as many as possible. Gen eds and stuff.” Sending the message, she sat back. As she watched the anchorwoman talk about various things, her eyes lingered on the brunette before moving to the clock in the common space. She still had a few hours before meeting with her advisor. The question now was what she was to do.