Colourama

Chapter 2 - Colourama

It had been a week since I've seen them- those kids that gave me a raw vibe. It's also been a week since I've seen her- the girl I don't know the name of. It was so depressing, but nothing new. I get up like usual and get myself a bowl of cereal. I play songs in the background that match the mood- dark pink. Today was bound to be a busy day, I need to go to Los Angeles for a week long soccer camp. I had packed all of my things two nights before, and checked up last night to make sure I had everything- I did. The second guessing game is always fun, but not as fun as being indecisive at least four times. I go into my suitcase every thirty minutes, just to make sure I remembered everything.
I was being nagged by something else and maybe it acted as a counter distraction. I was assigned a roommate for my dorm, and I didn't really know what to expect. I'm horrible at first impressions, and this was soon to be another one. My parents said I'm not as bad as I think, but I don't think the tone of an idiot and the mood of a poor mentality are the most approachable aspects of a person.

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It was now 9 o'clock in the morning. The clouds were in full bloom, and I was in a small single family home all by myself. My parents were both at work, and luckily they said goodbye to me before I left. I take my belongings and put them in my car. When the trunk was full, I decided to place my soccer cleats and shin guards in the front with me. I was so ready. I was not ready at all. I was ready to turn on the car and go to Los Angeles, I was not ready for the destination. The radio turns on instantly. Here we go. Here we go.

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After two and a half hours of the long strip of San Diego and the inevitable Los Angeles traffic, I finally get to the facility in which I would spend my nights sleeping and my mornings praying. Check in wasn't until 3 o'clock, but I decided to at least check out my dorm. They gave me the key and I made my way to my room. The building was made of bricks, and there was this certain opportunistic aesthetic that was built inside of each brick. I open the door, and to my many prayers to a black sky, I was all alone in a room once again.
I made sure everything worked well, and that the bed and pillows were adequate for a horrible sleeper as myself. When everything seemed to be up to par, I just sink into the white sheets. I notice a couple boys my age pass by, as my window was open and the curtains weren't yet shut. That's when all of the drama hit me like the bricks outside. I can't create relationships between people, we just don't seem to connect and it freaks the shit out of me. Hopefully these kids would be like me, speechless by the word of a penny drop.
Around 2 o'clock my roommate decided to stride into our room. I was flabbergasted- it was the guy from a week ago. He seemed just as surprised at me, and looked at me dead in the eye.
"Oh, hey, long time no see, huh," he greets me, a sinister smile on his face. He was out for trouble, and that didn't mean blood. I look at him until my eyes remembered his words. I spit out a quiet yeah and waited to see what he had to say.
"By the way, I never got to introduce myself. My name's Roanoke. And I'm here 'cause I wanna make it so big that I won't even be able to leave my house without a posse," he proclaims, right before he reached his hand out for me to shake. I still didn't know what to say- maybe I suck ass at second impressions too.
Roanoke starts to unpack his suitcase and proceeds to put his clothes in the closet. I just kept my clothes in my suitcase, I didn't see the point, especially after Roanoke took up the whole closet. He doesn't talk to me throughout the whole process, and it makes me see red more vividly than ever. I wasn't sure of his intentions, but there were intentions. The colours in themselves were so dramatic, and that was the problem- colourama. Oh well. We had thirty minutes until check in, it wouldn't be healthy to dwell in unknown consciousness.