He is My Drug

#Okay, so this all started out with a dream. This is the third book that i have began to write, but this is the first one that anyone will read, if you even want to read it. Now, my spelling and grammar sucks, and i don't know how bad it will be, so please bare with me. I don't know how often i will post, so I'm sorry if i just seem to disappear off the face of there earth for a bit. Hope that you guys like it! #
I stepped out of the Social Services car. I hated that car. It smelled new, and I hated the smell of a new car. It g.ave me a head ache. I pulled my suit case after me. Bill drove off to park the car, and I went to the office to get my dorm key.
"Welcome to Driversburry hun." The lady at the desk handed me my keys, and I couldn't help but note that her brown hair was showing at the roots of her blond hair.
"Yeah." I took the key and turned. Bill was right outside of the office waiting for me.
"Where to Liz?" I walked all the way across the campus. I was one of the last to sign up, so i had to live in the rundown dorms. We got to the sun bleached yellow building. It looked like two buildings under one roof, connected by the stairs that led you up to the second and third floor. Bill and I went up to room 269. I snorted at the number.
I slid the key into the lock and turned it. It stuck a bit, but Bill opened it. I would fix that later. We walked into the pale blue room. Ew. I hated blue. Oh well, I brought a bunch of spray paint with me. I would fix this room after Bill left.
"So what do you think?" Bill asked as he dropped my bags onto one of the two beds. Great, i was going to have a room mate. The lights where inside of the ceiling, it had no windows, no fan, and a tiny bathroom opposite to the door of the room. This room was tiny, and i would be sharing it with another Human Being. I walked over to the dresser that was next to my bed, pulled at the top drawer. The handle broke off.
Great..