• Kian •
You have got to be kidding me! I am at the door of the dorm I was given the address of, but I can only think that maybe I had to have been given the wrong address. I knocked on the door and rang the doorbell, and when the door swung open I was only met by these pitiful and glossy boo-hoo orange discs. I almost felt a twinge of sympathy until I saw the wheelchair.
I don't even register the chick's face, all I can focus on is her bothersome chunk of metal, like she is blurred by a censoring system. "No. Fucking. Way. You're Avery?" I scoff and almost half-chuckle out of disbelief. There is no way that I am being housed with a, "cripple..." I let slip under my breath.
What is that smell? I catch a whiff of something inside, it smells delicious. Is that meat? I seriously can't believe I'm interested in whatever this girl made. I'm just hungry after traveling a good distance without stops. But no amount of hunger will ever make me eat whatever poison she made. I almost gag at the thought. Suddenly, I hear a tiny voice ask in an embarrassing stutter, "You...your name is...K...Kian, yes?" I nod, reluctantly. I reply, emphasizing the venom in my tone, "And you're Avery, the damn freak I have to room with?"
"My name is Ivory. Like an ey..." she goes to point at her eye with a half smile, but I cut her off, "I don't care." How can she act so polite like she didn't cross me the way she did this morning? Disgusting.
There is a long, annoying silence.
"Well..." she stammers, "...are you going to come inside? It's freezing out here, I'm sure." She must be mocking me, she has to be. Her hospitality is eerie. What a freak. "I guess i don't have much of a choice, do I?" I frankly sigh and give up the fight for the moment. It is freezing out here, and we aren't allowed to ask for residency transfers until the first month of attendance is recorded. Too bad this school prides itself on attendance, otherwise this wouldn't be a damn issue. Hesitantly, I step inside . . .
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Metanoia
RomancePLEASE READ FULL DESC! TW: This is a developing book that I intend to introduce themes of ableism, suicide, death, depression, chronic/terminal illness, disability, abuse, bullying, trauma themes, etc. into. If you are sensitive to these types of to...
