"Sorrow," I say "That's my name."
Luke, my new roommate, looks up at me from his laptop. It's the first time.
Before I can help myself, I notice his eyes are the color of moss and dirt shoveled together. I also notice his freckles and then, my eyes travel to his thick dark hair. My insides shrink when I realize I want to reach out and run my fingers through it. I inhale sharply, trying to focus.
"That's a pretty depressing name, considering you look pretty happy," he admits.
I think of all the cigarette butts and alcohol my dad probably littered around the house. I think of my mom, living in her perfect house with my perfect football champion stepbrothers. I think of her staring at my report card and my outfits and my car. I think of myself getting drunk at those stupid parties. The lights getting to my head, the music thundering-
"Yeah I'm not that sad, huh?"
He doesn't answer, just types, his fingers whizzing over the keyboard.
"Why don't you just call me Tina. It's my middle name."
"Tina," he mutters.