They walked down the hallway, the floor creaking at every step they took. You could tell the place was old by the smell.
"You'll be staying with a roommate. Helix. Your room is 26. Don't worry you'll be fine. Oh! And breakfast is at 8:30. You don't have to come if you don't want." Sj said, a girl in her mid 20's. She seemed nice so far.
"Okay," Charlie said back. They soon stoped at a door with the number "26" and small paint chips.
Gosh, this place is old. Sj knocked on the door, only a few minutes later someone opened the door.
A boy. "Hello Helix, this is Charlie. She will be your new roommate for awhile." Sj smiled. The boy just moved aside and let her in.
Charlie smiled, the room was blue.
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Blue
Short StoryBlue: of a color intermediate between green and violet, as of the sky or sea on a sunny day. Blue: (of a person or mood) melancholy, sad, or depressed.
