Writing a Profile

I arrive on the twenty first floor; fifteen floors above my own. The elevator doors glide open, and I am welcomed by a large poster of a friendly looking yellow sponge and a pink starfish. I walk out of the elevator and proceed to my right. My interviewee's room number was 2106, and I struggled to find it at first. I walk the perimeter of the floor, and discover it in the corner. It was just a plain brown door; there were no name markers on it. I hoped she had given me the right room number. I knock with force three times, and wait patiently. After about ten quick seconds, the door flies open and startles me a little.

"Hey! Sorry my room is a little bit messy, I was gone all weekend, and I got back not too long ago" Jenna says. I explain to her that I totally understand, as I was gone all weekend too.

I look past her a little bit as I am entering her dorm room. It is a little bit plain, and not equipped with much. As I look to my left at her bed, I do notice something: a Hello Kitty bed comforter.

"Hello Kitty is the bomb" she says. I am not surprised at the fact that she has a comforter with a character popular among young elementary-aged girls. For the week that I've known her, she seemed very free-spirited, and young at heart. I observe her outfit and see something I, for some reason, did not notice when I first entered. She was wearing a Hello Kitty t-shirt. Accommodating her shirt was a pair of black cut-off shorts that looked like she may have chopped them into shorts herself. She was also wearing a necklace with a small metal skull, and few black and white rubber bracelets. The two most prominent things about her, however, were the two lip piercings (known as snake bites), and the blue shoulder-length hair.

"So yeah, this is my dorm!" she exclaims in a uniquely strong southern accent.

"I like it, it is a lot cleaner than mine" I say. She chuckles. By her appearance, I figured that her room would be a bit more messy; she isn't exactly organized when it comes to school. A couple times when I had first started hanging out with her, she forgot her identification card when we went to grab a bite to eat.

It is slightly interesting how we met. On the first day of Pioneer Camp, I was looking for new people to interact with, as that was one of my personal goals for my first year of college. I saw her from a distance, and noticed that she had the appearance and vibe of my friends from my town. I approached the blue-haired girl and basically asked if she wanted to be friends. She said yes, and we continued to hang out throughout the whole rest of the day. Even though I have known her for a little bit now, I chose to interview her because she has a complicated past, and I wanted to dig deep to learn more about this intriguing individual.

We kicked back and relaxed a little bit before I started the interview. She was on her black laptop, occasionally looking away to check her phone for a text. I always knew who it was when a text notification was followed with a smile: it was her boyfriend back in her hometown. I browse the room with my eyes some more, looking at little knick-knacks and her collection of cute bows and headbands. My eyes move