The Damned Tennis Racket

Ungodly

The supposedly warm and cordial welcome that is expected to motivate/support us in our long, long stay in this prison turned out to be dull and mind - numbing. It resulted to me, almost pulling my hair out and banging my head against the cold wall. Someone get me out of here. 

Apparently, my new found friend who's obliged to keep me sane throughout the whole duration, hasn't crossed my line of vision. And so I grabbed my room key and headed towards the female's building which is in the east division of the rather huge establishment. 

I've been going round and round for the last 15 minutes looking for my room. I honestly have no sense of direction which kinda sucked because asking requires human interaction and conversing. And, before any of this tragic events unfolded, I had a butler back  home who attended to any of my childish whims.I didn't think there were several structures other than what we saw earlier. Aside from the cute outdoor garden and our respective dorms, the Camp has an indoor garden which is pretty dope where I can drink grey ear tea, read Stephen King's classic's, or probably draw, and a possible hideout for ignoring people. Not so far from the garden is the fitness center which I have not explored - that can wait, a pastel - colored gazebo, indoor swimming pool, the vast tennis courts and a lot more. It's not really that bad, not so good either.

"Um, excuse me? I'm a bit lost. I'm in 263B" I asked the elderly woman at the reception showing her my key as well. She looked like she's the majordomo for the female's department. I could be wrong but-

"Second floor, straight ahead then turn left." She stated monotonously, clearly drained from her boring job. She could use a facial. I missed my weekly facial appointment, thus, my odd upsurge of ideas.

I looked up straight ahead and searched for the lift. Unfortunately, I couldn't find one. I stood by momentarily in front of her waiting for her to look up.

"Um."

"What do you want?!" Uh-uh. This is why I hate human interaction - my fear of rejection and being ignored - ill - natured entities who has to step up their socializing etiquette, acrimonious personalities.

I heaved a  sigh. 

"Is there a hidden lift or a bellboy perhaps? I brought loads of luggage with me." I offered an awkward smile hoping to deviate the building's​ ugly atmosphere.

"Unluckily for you, there is none. In this institution, we are widely known for our disciplined, competent, well - rounded -" She was cut - off by far the last guy I hoped to see in this planet.

"Thanks Lisa. I'll take my her from here." He flashed her a brilliant smile, well, too dazzling for my liking. His charm worked more than mine. 

"Really? We are on a friendly basis now?" I whispered, grabbing my luggage simultaneously. 

"Babe, you wish." He roughly snatched my luggage, causing me to stumble a bit. Babe basis maybe.

"Oh hell no. You are outrageously obnoxious and shameful. Who would ever wanna be friends with someone like you? Certainly not me."

"Don't worry, the feeling is completely mutual." He chuckled darkly. 

The rest of the walk was silent , with me constantly losing my balance - I was wearing my comfy pair of Manolo's - tripping, or almost killing myself from falling 2 floors away from the ground, and him secretly snickering and wishing for my imminent death. He knew his way, that I surely know. Its either he's been here many times or a workman in this damned place. We stopped at a wide white oak door, opening it with my key.

I took in my surroundings. Like the dorms, our rooms were white with green accents, giving it a refreshing atmosphere. There were two uniformed beds placed on both sides, the other bed designated for my roommate. It was smaller compared to my room, but what caught my attention was the fully open balcony - overlooking the beautiful Southern California coast, the garden, vast forest, and the sky.

"It's calm and breath taking." said I, quite exhilarated from what I saw.

"I know, the same thing I said when I first came here."

Luckily, my room mate isn't here so I claimed the spot beside the glass window. I started to arrange my stuffs so I can relax afterwards. It has been a long day. 

I felt the bed shift. Wow. Really? I haven't even graced my bed with my holy presence, yet he baptized it before I could. Whatever.

Ew. His after smell will linger on my sheets when he leaves.

As if. I bet you'd never change your sheets ever again. 

After organizing my things for half an hour, I turned to my bed to rest. He's still there - his face reflecting the moonlight glow. Him not talking, his unnervingly sweet smile, and his eyes that hold so much words that I can barely decode, feels like home - tranquil, serene.

I didn't dare wake him up. Another mayhem would undoubtedly erupt. I clasped my book, A break with charity, and proceeded to read it on the balcony.

My eyes gradually grew tired from the travel, the fight, and my confused feelings about coming here;

I felt myself doze off.

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Ugh.

Again, the scorching heat of the sun interrupted my peaceful slumber. I decided it wasn't that peaceful at all. I woke up with back pains, and stiff muscles - most especially on my neck. 

Way to go. Realizing I slept outside, I began to slowly stretch my tensed muscles. As I did my warm up, I stepped on something soft and fluffy - a blue blanket. 

It definitely isn't mine.

What the hell. 

I, at least assumed a small bathroom in our room. Heart-breaking. In each floor, there are only 3 showers that we all have to share. Fucking hideous. Hygiene people, hygiene.

Going back to my room feeling icky, because I've forgotten my skin and body essentials at home or wherever I dropped it, and filthy, I finally met my room mate. Tall, tanned, hot blonde, with a pixie - cut hair. She wasn't so bad at all. She reminded me of the outgoing girls I used to hang out and got wasted with.

"Hi, the name's Penelope. Just Penny will suffice." She offered her perfectly manicured hands to me.

I shook her tiny but strong grip; it was too long of a handshake so I was the one who broke away first.

"You look kinda familiar ... are you a celeb or somethin'?" She spoke in a thick accent which I could hardly pinpoint. Excuse your pretty Missy here, just sorta low on the intelligence levels.

"Nah girl, you probably know my momma from this big beauty pageant and some adverts & commercials," I low-key was trying to make it not a big of a deal because it really wasn't and speaking about my mom leaves a bad taste on my mouth. I kinda still feel pissed and furious that I'm out here and I have to deal with extra annoying set of people.