BATIM ~Striker and female reader~ REMAKE

Ch.1

College 

Second Year, semester 3 of program

March 31st, 2010

2:05pm

(Y/N) Pov: 

I was sitting in the college cafeteria, my elbow propped up on the table with my chin resting in my hand. 

I was bored out of my mind. 

I live in a dorm room of my own. I was one of the lucky ones to get my own without having to share. Only problem is, I have a curfew stating that I must be IN my room by 9:00pm, otherwise I might get a strike. Basically, if I got too many strikes, I could get kicked out of the dorm, forcing me to find someplace else to live off-campus. I already have 9 strikes. They were mostly because I was running late, but NO, the dorm master just HAS to be strict about the rules. 

I sighed in boredom and glanced over at my three friends. 

They were talking excitedly about some random nonsense again. 

“O-M-GOSH! Have you heard of that one old abandoned animation studio?” asked Sarran. She’s technically the ‘leader’ of the group. She’s always so forward and tries to invite some random hot boys to her dorm room. I think she just wants to have sex with them. Most of them refuse, but the ones who do end up running away from her the second they catch any hint of her wanting to have sex with them. She has long, straight blond hair and likes to wear crop tops and booty jean shorts with thigh-high chanel boots. 

“Girl I heard! One man went in there, and was never seen again. Nobody DARES go in THAT place” said Roxxane. She was the tallest of the group, and she enjoys fashion trends. She’s African-American with poofy hair and likes to wear a tank top with a mesh-like fabric over the chest and a short skirt with ankle boots. 

She can also be sassy too, but she’s also the nicer one. She even HATES bullies and refuses to let Sarran bully anyone. 

“Someone went missing in there?” asked Lynda, confused. She had short blond hair that was curly. She’s not the brightest bulb in the shed, but she enjoys spending most of her time outdoors in nature. She loves animals. She likes wearing short dresses, preferably the dark red one with a black jean jacket and a pair of black converse. 

Me, I don’t believe in any of the stuff they talk about. 

Sure, I know about the old abandoned animation studio, Joey Drew Animations, but I don’t believe a single word ANYONE says about monsters living inside it. 

I have (H/L), (H/C) hair, and I like to wear (F/O). I was mostly silent in the group, choosing to ignore Sarran whenever she’s talking about something boring or too crazy to actually be true. 

“Yah, like OMG, one of the guys in my *scoff* BORING math program my parents are making me take, peeked through one of the windows and saw a strange inky demon-like monster” said Sarran, smirking. 

I scoffed, catching their attention. 

“Please, a demonic ink monster? Who came up with that? Did he hear that from one of those crazy kids who practice 'witchcraft', because that sounds like something THEY would say” I said, growling angrily as I pointed a thumb behind me at a group of first year students sitting a few tables away. They were all holding hands, having drawn a pentagram on the table with candles lit. Their eyes were all glowing white and they were muttering something as a creepy old book floated above the table. 

Sarran just glared at me angrily. 

“Seriously? You still don’t believe in any of that?” asked Sarran, looking at me as if I was dumb.