Oh snap looky here! Another AN you'll ignore! Alright, I want some reviews this time! Even if I only get one! I'm trying to get a friend to draw for the image for me, because my drawings are shit and I can't do much for them... Ah well, start your reading! Please be nice, I'm using every bit of research I have. If I mess up, someone sounds kinda ooc, or I put in the dead (without warning of them living in here), please tell me so I can correct it. I don't have a copy of the extended, so if I miss something crucial in there I'm sorry!
Unlike what most did by going to the safety presentation upon entry of the building, I took my bag and packet, map included, and headed straight for my room. I'd never truly been one to follow the rules anyway. Not like I needed to be there for something I wouldn't even pay attention to anyway. Supposedly I was in room 152, but I couldn't find it well.
"Excuse me, are you lost?" a thin brunette girl asked me, passing by. Well, at least I wouldn't be the only person not at presentation. I nodded sheepishly, giving her a nervous smile. She looked over my shoulder at my papers before saying, "Okay, uh, looks like you've got 152-" No shit Sherlock, "-which is right over there." She pointed towards the room at the end of the hall, smiling slightly.
"Thanks," I called, now jogging away from her and her overly cheery ass. "For annoying the hell out of me with your damn happiness." Of course, I only said that once safely in my room. But yeah, if you can't tell yet, I tend to have a problem with the really happy, preppy girls. I'm not goth, but I still don't like them.
My room was comfortable in all honesty. Half of the outer-facing wall was a window and my bed was pressed against the other side, only revealing the foot of the bed to anyone looking straight ahead. Creme walls and a nice, soft carpet just plain tied the place together with its little desk and chair. The lighting system looked okay, if I would ever need to use it. I was normally back in my room by the time the sun sets back on Earth. My bag is mostly square, because I sort of boxed everything. My laptop, clothes, and a few pictures I have of my brother and I. He raised me, for the most part. Our parents were never really there for us anyway. The laptop was probably completely dead right now, so no use trying to get the rest off of there. All my music was on there too. You ever notice how music didn't get any better after the twenty first century? The twenty second was just shitty. Well, is. And to believe I spent the extra years down there.
By the time I got everything set up (laptop charging on the portable generator, clothes in the closet, pictures on the desk and nightstand, etc,) the noise of people trying to find their rooms was obvious and someone flung open my door. Well, that's the first and last time I leave my fucking door open.
"Yes?" I asked, not yet looking up from digging at my bag to make sure that was all.
"You weren't at the presentation, I noticed." Oh god. Selfridge.
"So? I want through the same thing twice back home."
"It doesn't matter. You have no idea when to show up tomorrow for your first outing."
"Actually," I started, getting up to grab the stack of papers on my desk. "I know exactly where to go tomorrow, and you don't have the god damn right to yell at me, only give me where the fuck to go, so if you can't do that, take your words and stuff 'em up your ass!"
"Mirah-"
"Get the fuck outta my room before I throw." I raised one of the boxes in my hand, about to try hitting him with it if he didn't leave. God, I hate these kind of people. He probably wouldn't even talk to the others who'd skipped. Just wants to piss me off... He sighed, shaking his head, but left anyway.
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