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 lea...
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I wipe a thick film of sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand when I finally reach the ancient brick building that's known as the Journalism building. It sits nestled between the football stadium and a giant parking lot and I can't help but wonder why.
Unlike almost every other building on campus, this one isn't even named after some alumnus with too much money. That alone should be the reason I turn around and head home. If they don't care enough about the journalism program here, then why should I?
But according to Alyssa, this is one of the items on the damned list she and Taylor still won't let me see.
I knew a non recreational outing was coming. It was all a part of Taylor's original point. If I'm going to convince my dad that I'm capable of maintaining a healthy life far far away from him, I need to be involved in more than my classes. It's the same reason I'm attending an ice cream social with the College of Nursing tonight, and volunteering at a campus wide blood drive later this week.
Apparently the campus newspaper is just the thing I need to finish out the well rounded individual I'm attempting to make myself.
Even though I've never written an article in my life, and I can't remember the last time I read one that didn't involve some sort of pop culture reference from an online tabloid. Alyssa didn't hide the fact that the paper is in such desperate need of more students that no prior experience is necessary.
And I'm trying to be a good sport.
It's why I continue to climb the three flights of stairs even though it doesn't feel like there is any air circulation in the building and the stairwell smells like stale crackers. 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 disappear into her hairline, and her mouth widens in a smile.
It's almost as nauseating as the smell of the stairwell.
"Camryn! You came!" It comes out cheery and loud. Half the room stops mid thought to turn and see who Camryn is, and why she came. It's the first time I've felt like I didn't have a choice in all of this.
