A Sandy Heart (ASH)

rooms away.

Well here we are.

It has been a long damn day and I vomited on the boat 2x.
Dang.

So
After that horrible ride we arrived at some town I guess and with a hotel about miles away.
I live at Texas by the way and I'm not used to these modern shit and FYI yes.
I never slept in a hotel so sue me.

I quickly packed my bags in a hurry, grabbed my phone and my chapstick
(Don't ask why i have chapstick it's complicated.)
And I went to the deck.
I was in luck this time because nobody has bother me or atleast bumped into me so that's a good thing i guess.

I'm starting to wonder about that sand bucket lately.
I don't know why but ever since our little "talk" in the door frame infront of my room he has been my mind for the past few hours and honestly it's dumb to think about such a thing.

Maybe I should do something to get my kind back on the sho- oh wait yeah.
Back to the schedule. I made it to the place I'm supposed to stay at and oh boy.

A huge damn crowd started blocking my way like Justin Bieber was there performing another shitty concert
And I didn't even bother to just shove everybody outta cause I am TIRED.

I finally made my way out of that crowd by taking a short cut/ going to a back door I randomly found which is probably illegal but eh, I went jail before I could go back again.
I checked out my room to finally get some peace and quiet that I definitely desverve.
I went to the elevators and
I had to wait about 16 shitty minutes to actually get into one.
Thank God it didn't broke down or anything cause that would be a hell of a ride.

I know that I had three roommates to be sharing with and i don't LIKE other objects and besides the last time I had roomates they were a bunch of DICKS so yeah I'm gonna fuck this up aren't I?

I didn't care much really I just wanted sleep that's all.
I made my way to my dorm and I opened the door to see that somebody got ahead of me.
When I got into the room they just stared at me and said

"Hey. Glass pane."

And then got back to whatever they were doing.
Lucky they weren't much of a talker unlike that damned bucket.
I entered the room and placed my bags next to my bed
(That I think is mine)
And lay down for a bit until glass pane decided to say something to start a conversation because that what you casually do when two objects are in a room right? Wrong.

"Hey. What's your name?"

"Corrupted rectangle."

"Hm. Interesting.."

".....Ok?.."

"So what's brings you here?"

"Uhm. It's obvious. I'm here for the money."

"No I meant
how did you know this was your room?"

"..oh. I just saw the numbers that said on the paper and followed where the shit would lead me to,
i was hoping for me to find a crime scene instead of conversation."

"..oh really that's cool."

"..yeah, yeah fuck off.."

"Whatever you jerk..also could you grab my book for a minute?

"Mkay-? what the..what the fuck you read fucking harry potter?"