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Five months Later:
" Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the fl--"
"Turn that crap off, Maya!" Lydia yelled from her own crusty yellow stained bed.
Her side of our shared room was covered in dusty posters of pop singers and other various stains of humanity.
I huffed. " I let you play your prissy little pop music all the time!"
I don't even watch T.V. but living with Lillian has made me learn that Shakira's hips don't lie and that Lady gaga has a mean poker face.
" So what! At least my music is happy and about love. All your music is about is terror, fear, and death."
Lydia was trying to lounge on her bed while I was laying on the floor playing a game of one player monopoly.
Best thing about the game is that you always win.
" Yet, what you call happy, I call unrealistic." I tried to tell her just like the countless of other times that her music isn't what I call music.
We just have different tastes but she just doesn't seem to understand that well.
" Whatever."
25 minutes later, Nurse Trish told us to come to the cafeteria for breakfast.
We already knew since everyday was the same.
7:30AM Breakfast/Medication
7:50AM Rec Room Activities
8:55AM English
9:35AM Room Lockdown
10:00AM Math
10:45AM Daily Exercise
11:50AM Science
12:55PM Lunch
1:35PM Room Lockdown
2:05PM History
2:45PM Computer Lab
3:00PM Elective
-Free time-
8:05PM Dinner
10:30PM Bedtime
Walking down the hallway, I remember just how terrified of the place I've now become so use to.
I mean don't get me wrong. There's still a lot about this place I don't know or a lot of places here I've never been.
Yet, I can't help feeling so average here. Normal almost.
" Patients of Building 10 are now undergoing breakfast in the cafeteria.
You know the drill. Get your medication first and your lunch second.
After you're done proceed with your morning activities that are scheduled on the cafeteria board. Have a nice day."
Henrietta, the intercom announcer who works the front desk, nasally voice is the only thing I haven't gotten use to.
Shivering, I walk into the cafeteria. People are sitting left and right in the rows of tables aligning the lunchroom.
" Hey, everybody! I got ham, ham, ham, and ham so when your ready come and get it!" Sam, the pretend lunch guy, started his daily routine of announcing his menu.
I don't think I have the slightest clue of what he was sent in here for.
Walking over to the medication area, I get ready to slip my pills under my top lip. They never check there.
Building 10 is filled with kids ranging from the age of 8-18 years old. It was pretty interesting seeing the multiple different kids with all kinds of problems of their own.
It brings a certain normality to being insane. At least legally insane in my book. I still can't believe they deemed me physically unfit to walk around normally on the streets.
" Hey, Lindsay!" I screamed across the cafeteria. Some people looked up from their food but I think most just ignored me.
They ignore me every other day, at least.
" Oh hey, Maya, what's up?" Lindsay's abnormally small frame appeared from behind one of the pillars inside the room.
She was carrying an apple and what looks like Orange juice.
" The usual. Let's go find somewhere to sit." I grabbed her arm and dragged her over to Dennis at his table. I knew she had a crush on him since they were practically the only twelve year olds here with diagnosed anorexia.
" Yo Dennis, mind if we hang with you for a while?" I know he's going to say yes.
It's not that hard to get a skinny twelve year old with curly hair, braces, and glasses to say yes to you.
And of course like I predicted, he stuttered. " U-m-m of course, n-o-o-o problem! I mean s-u-ure wh-o-o cares?"
Lindsay smiled. " Thanks, Dennis." His name came out of her mouth like a kittens purr.
We started talking for a few measly minutes until, finally, the real entertainment came out.
Drassik. (Draa · sick)
The current target of my affection.
I never have been one to get crushes but he was an exception.
With his Steamy red hair, dark shades, and creamy tan skin I was hooked.
Everything about him physically was perfect. I mean his muscles literally seemed to be kissed by God himself. If you believe in that type of thing.
The only thing about him that was even the least bit repulsive was his mind.
He was Bipolar.
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