My dorm has been a ghost.
A few of my classmates have moved out of the dorms, and my roommate is moving out, too.
My dorm is a space where the ghostly whiteboard sits and the blackboards are black.
The ghostly blackboards have been replaced by a blackboard.
I am not sure what’s happened to the whiteboards, but they’re gone too.
The blackboards sit on the whiteboard.
My roommate has moved out.
I’m the only white student in the room.
My only roommate.
I have no idea how to fix this, but I do know this: I will not be the only one who lives through this.
The room is empty.
My roommates are not here.
No one knows what’s going on.
The whiteboard is still there, but it’s gone.
The chalk is still in the corner.
My chalkboard is gone.
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t even know how to ask a roommate if they need help, or what to say when they don’t answer.
I just know that this is not the dorm I want to be in.
I feel like my life is a blank slate, and that I’m not the one who needs to do anything.
I have no friends.
I do not know what I’m going to do if I have to find a new roommate, or if the school is going to offer me a place.
I want my dorm to be a place where I can just get my classes done.
I hate being alone.
It is a place that is empty, and I want no part of it.
A whiteboard in the hall.
There are a few whiteboards scattered across the room, but the blackboard is the only thing that is left.
The wall is lined with blackboards, and the room is devoid of any color.
The only light comes from the ceiling.
No one knows why.
No matter how much I try, I can’t find a solution to the room’s situation.
I wonder if it’s just because I’m black, or because of the black chalkboard.
No whiteboard left.
The blackboard in front of the door.
Some of my roommates have moved to another dorm.
It is a whiteboard, and a black board, but all of the chalkboards are gone.
They have moved the black board down to the blacktop, where it is still sitting.
The other blackboard, which was a white board, is still on the other side of the room and has not been moved.
I can still hear the footsteps of the people who once used the white board.
It’s hard to tell if they are still here, or have moved on to other places.
A blackboard at the door, just before the door closes.
This room is not my dorm.
Whiteboard on the desk.
Two blackboards on the wall.
What is going on?
Why are all the white boards gone?
What is going wrong?
A doorbell rings.
I hear the doorbell chime.
My roommate is at the front desk.
He walks into the hallway, and he doesn’t stop to answer the door’s bell.
He just stares at the black boards in front, and it makes me feel like he doesn