What the heck did I sign up for. What. The. Heck. This seemed like a really good idea at first but now I have no idea if this is okay. What am I doing with my life what the actually heck.
"Brit are you even listening to me" Brian, my brother, asked me. " Yeah, I'm listening, when I get there I go to the lobby and get my key. I already know all this stuff" I said. " Okay I just wanna be sure." He says. I feel like he wants to say more. He doesn't though . " I'm gonna miss you" he finally said. It's too late for his sorry attempts to take it all back. So I say nothing. "Brit please, at least just tell me that you acknowledge my apology".
His eyes are sad. He's almost begging. I don't wanna face this right now. Instead I look out the window and let the sun rays heat my face and then wind blow my hair.
Fifteen minutes later we pull up at the campus. Well I don't really know what you would call it. What do you call a place where it's not school
but you can do it instead of school? I don't really know. Let's just call it controlled life, or CL.Brian parks his blue Honda CRV and I go to the trunk to get my suit cases out. " Let me help
you." Brian says. He seems sincerely sorry. I want to wipe that sad look off his face. I don't want him to be sad. But I can't forgive him. Not yet anyways." Ugh why is this so heavy!!" I complain. "Haha. I'll carry it" Brian says. He carries my stuff carelessly as if it's not super heavy. No fair.
I look away from him and I see soooo many cute guys here. And there are a lot of girls. Hopefully I become friends with them. This place is gonna suck without friends.
When we reach the lobby I say " You can go now" to Brian. He nods like he understands and hugs me for what seems like forever. I don't want him to let go. Even though I'm still mad. He finally lets go and leaves. I don't wanna admit it but I might miss him.
I get the key to my room. It's room 302. I take the elevator to the third floor and find my room. When I open the door I see and all white room with a little nook and and a bay window. This room is pretty big. The room has zero furniture though. No bed, no nothing. I walk into the room and put my stuff in a corner. I see three doors. I open the first door and there is a master bathroom with double sinks. "Sweet" I think to myself.
I open the next door and see a huge walk through closet. It has built in shelves in the back but other than that it was bare. "This is so weird" I say aloud to myself. Why is this place so empty and every thing is white? "This is the is the saddest room ever" I sigh "Yeah it is" someone says. I jump and turn around. " Who are you?!?"
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It Is What It Is
Teen FictionThis is a story about a group of teens living in close quarters, going through life. They have ups and downs. Will their bonds last? Or does life break them up?