August 19, 1993
Michael watched Connor walk out of the room,
"Asshole."
He rolled his eyes and stepped out of bed, he began scratching his arm. He scoffed and stopped scratching it. He fixed his hair and rubbed his eyes to get the sleep out of them. He then followed out the door.
He walked into the dining hall and glanced at everyone.
Silence.
It's always so quiet, quiet enough to make a person go crazy.
Oh wait...
He just got two pieces of toast, he refuses to eat the mystery meat. Michael spotted Connor sitting at a table with a couple other people, only one other person sat at that table that he knew.
Taryn.
She is beautiful, her dark hair compliments her dark complexion. She is beautiful, her green eyes seemed to sparkle. Well to Michael they did at least.
The only downside to her was she talked to people who weren't there.
Schizophrenia, gotta be harsh.
She seemed to be talking to someone right now.
Michael made his way over to the table and sat down next to her.
She watched him sit,
"Don't sit there."
"Why?"
"Lisa is sitting there."
"Oh. Okay."
Michael stood and apologized to 'Lisa' and made his way to the spot across from her. Next to Connor. Connor scoffed at the scene in front of him.
"Jesus, Michael you're pathetic."
"What the fuck is your deal!? Why do you always act like such an asshole?"
"I don't know, you just have this thing about you that pisses me off. You've been my roommate, how long? Two months? And you've always just seemed to bother me."
"Wow, what a breakthrough we've made."
Michael glanced at Taryn, she hadn't been listening. He assumed she was talking to 'Lisa.'
"God, I hate this place so much."
"That I have to agree with you on."
Wow, Connor actually said something not dickish to him. That's a first. He looked to his left, towards the entrance and saw a girl standing there. She looked familiar... He squinted his eyes to get a better focus on her. He gasped,
"Bella?"
