Alright, so a member pointed out this story does not have a conflict. Well, it isn't supposed to. It's a free style book, for fun.
I'm just rushing to get to the Guest Writing point.
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MCR's view.
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Posters were being put up, sheets and blanketed sprawled out. We'd be living on Frozen Dinners and Food Poisoning risks for years. Well, I myself was a decent cook, but the others..not sure.
We got our schedules, and I and my dorm got Ms. Dcksckr's room. She seemed nice, but what's up with her last name? Oh well. Faith the religious studies teacher? Her name fits it. I also had Sewing and Crafts, Cooking, Health, Video Games, Psychology/Dreams, and Tennis. The schedule seemed busy, but I guess k could cram it in.
We already ate at the Freshmen Buffet in the AD Cafe. It was nothing, really. I got to know my roommates and other users well. Like these kids named Lauren, April, Marky and David. Some were older than me, but it was nice to adapt a bit to the surroundings.
"Um..Analisa." A voice rang. Whoops, must've been caught in my thoughts.
"Hello? You ther-"
I spun around to find the Cheyanne girl juggling her folded laundry. "Uh..You share a room upstairs with Ang, Melody and I split one across from y'all, and Grant gets downstairs. It's also getting late, at 10:36pm"
The others were in their pajamas, along with the teenagers I saw outside. "Okay. You gonna go to sleep too?"
She gave a smug look and flicked her wrist. "MNahhhh..I'm gonna watch some American Dad and go to bed at three AM. Upstairs you go". Me being the shy one, I was helpless in this situation and slumped upstairs. My room was neat. Olive green walls with posters and notes, full sized beds and nightstands reflecting each other. Complete with a closet, PC and study area, TV with games, and a mini bathroom. Awfully cute.
Angelykah was propped in her own bed, reading a book. She nodded to me as I crawled into my bed and buried myself within the layers of blankets. But I couldn't sleep, actually. Not because of her reading light, but the false thoughts others may perceive of me, or how the day'd do. She eventually fell asleep, but here I lay staring at the ceiling, drifting off to a slumber.
