A/N Hey guys this is the first story I have written on here so please don't hate. I wrote it when I was 12 so yeahhhhh
(Rewrote)
As I walk up to the big gates of Justus Uni, I start to wonder what my roommates will be like. I'm actually an orphan but the orphanage wanted me to go to Uni, because I'm really smart and they want me to do something with my life.. if I shared a dorm with the loudest guys at the school. All five of em'. I'm not really a loud person, I'm shy and keep to myself.
Questions and wonders crossed my mind but they were quickly replaced with nerves as I walked up to the reception desk. Not to mention that I am the new girl starting in the middle of the year.
Well, I'm not very confident. I have a speech disorder, meaning I stutter when I talk most of the time. That explains why I don't like talking that much. I have Anxiety and An Eating Disorder. I'm not the best person in the world but hey! At least I'm doing something with my life. Right?
"Name," Says the lady grumpily
"C-Casey Jones," I say in a fingering the sleeves of my huge, baggy sweatshirt. I pull my hoodie down to cover my face more as she hands me a key.
"Dorm 100. building C, Floor 3 down the hall to your left." I thanked her quietly and slowly walked to my room.
By the way, never walk three flights of stairs. It's a marathon! When you're in my condition anyways. I'm panting slightly by the time I reach the door. I take a deep breath before slipping the cold, silver key into the lock.
"Hello? anybody here?" I ask in my abnormally quiet voice, For once I didn't stutter. I'm proud of myself. Mentally dancing. I hear running water coming from behind a wooden door. I shrug and walk over to the middle of the room.
It had six beds in total, six nightstands, two bathrooms, a flat screen tv with a couch and a kitchen.
I sigh. And slowly walk over to an untouched bed in the corner of the room pressed up against a far wall. Away from the other beds. I put my two bags down and rest my head against the headboard.
I look sadly down at my tattered clothes. The orphanage wasn't rich, The bedrooms were leaking and moldy, they could barely pay their power bills and to save water we only showered once a week maybe even once every two weeks. My best clothes were ripped jeans and a blood-stained white top.
Right now I'm wearing some track pants and a long sleeve blue top, I was so caught up in my clothes that I didn't hear the water stop or the door open until I heard a voice.
"Are you Casey?" I spun around so fast I almost gave myself whiplash, towards the voice of who spoke. A boy stood there in shorts and a tight white shirt. Not wanting to let my stutter take over, I just nodded and looked at the ground.
"I'm Elija. The others should be back soon from their classes." he smiled and I nodded once more.
"Don't talk?" Elija asked curiously hanging his towel over a rack.
"N-Not rea-ally. I have a st-utter so i-i don't like to ta-l-lk much. " I reply stuttering once more. It's SO embarrassing!
Elija gives me a sad smile. He glances down at my clothes.
"Don't you have any usable clothing?" He asks. His slightly British accent showing. I shake my head and rest my head against the wooden headboard once again.
"These are u-useable but I guess I-i don't have any Non-t-tattered or stained clothes," I confirm.
Suddenly a huge top was thrown at my face. I flinched and scrambled away from the fabric.
Elija chuckled, "Were this. It's mine so It's gonna be huge on you but it must be better than that" Elija says smiling. I give him a soft smile back. My cheeks surely red because of my fright. With medium pain, I slowly outstretch my right arm and take the shirt that's laying sprawled out on the cream, boring bedsheets.
"Th-thanks Elija." I stutter flashing him a small closed, smile. Why can't I talk without my stutter?! It's embarrassing!
"Just call me Eli" He smiles. I nod and carefully shrug on the top over my clothes before taking the old ones off from underneath. Don't judge my way of getting dressed. It works OK! (A/N When I was younger (10) I used to do this after PE to get dressed.)
I toss the old ones in a pile and wince as a bruised rip moves a little with my arm.
"You Okay?" Eli askes sitting down next to me on my bed.
I nod slowly biting my tongue from the pain. He nods believing the lie. Suddenly the door opens,
and in walks four other boys... Shiz.
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Room Mates
Teen FictionCasey Jones is shy. She doesn't like to talk to people because of her stutter. She doesn't have any friends or family. Her parents didn't want her neither did her Uncle or Aunt. She got abused by the other orphans, just to add to the pile of bad t...
