Camryn Quinn is finally getting what she wants...sort of. Moving into a dorm and away from her not so supportive father is a good first step, but like everything with him-it comes with strings. She must attend the college of his choosing for at leas...
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I stop at the bottom of the stairs and wipe the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand when I finally make it to the ancient brick building that is the Journalism Building. It's off the beaten path of the other academic buildings on campus and sits too close to the football stadium for my liking. As if the two are correlated, connected in some way. I can't help but notice that it's the sole building on campus that isn't named after some scholar or alumni with way too much money to spare. Those two things together should be my sign to turn around and walk straight back to my dorm. No one in the history of journalism at State has deemed it worthy enough of a program to serve as a namesake, but according to Alyssa this is one of the items on the damned list.
Along with the many recreational outings, Taylor thought I needed to get more involved in campus affiliated activities to prove to my dad that I am really trying. To show my dad that I'm doing more than what he expects of me. It's the only reason I've been to an ice cream social at the School of Nursing, joined a study group out of the library, and volunteered at a blood drive in the Student Center. Alyssa was quick to agree with Taylor when she added this to the list. She didn't hide the fact that the paper is in desperate need which means no prior experience is necessary. I've barely had time to stop and eat with all of my adventures, let alone time to stop and argue with either of my friends about a list item.
I climb the three flights of stairs and make a left and then a right before walking to the end of the hall. The glass panel on the door reads "The Daily Scoop'' in a vintage dingy dark and bold lettering. It only solidifies that this building has seen no improvements since the sixties.
I turn the brass knob and push open the heavy, also ancient, wood door. I am immediately inserted into a room that was obviously designed to be an office, and not a newsroom full of people. At least twenty fellow students are seated at tables lining the walls of the room. The layout leaves them staring into a wall, while the middle of the room is practically wide open. I can't see their faces, but I assume most of them are too deep in thought or typing to notice me. The clicking of the keys doesn't falter for one second as the door creates a loud thud as it closes behind me.
I spot Alyssa standing next to one of the tables at the far end of the room, talking to a man who can't be more than five foot three considering he and Alyssa are eye to eye.
I duck my head to remain unnoticed as I walk towards her. It only lasts a few seconds before she spots me too. Her eyebrows raise and her mouth forms the largest smile I've ever seen. I feel nauseous at the idea of being in a room full of people who want to be journalists and have the same personality as her.
"Camryn! You came!" She says a little too loudly. At the exact moment, half of the room stops what they're doing and turns to see who Camryn is, and why she came. Not that I had a choice. I'm only here so I can make sure I'm not here next fall.
"Grey, this is my roommate Camryn Quinn that I told you about." She gestures towards me as if to say, see I didn't make her up. She is flesh and bone, and is a gift for you to manipulate.
