Thanks, everyone, for the reviews. It really means a lot to me. Well, here's the next chapter, yet again in Caitlyn's POV. Caitlyn is just a lot of fun to write. So, enjoy this next chapter!
Oh, and I have decided to make Mitchie and Caitlyn's roommate an OC. Well, based off one of my friends, Heather. Cause I can't think of anyone to bunk with them, and Ella's already bunking with Tess/Peggy, and Lola's bunking with two other OC's of mine (who may or may not be in the story often) so, tell me if you like Mitchie and Caitlyn's roommate! If you like her, she'll probably be in the story often.
"Who do you think our roommate will be?" Mitchie asked as we walked back to Cabin Star. I thought.
"Hopefully not someone mean," I told her. Mitchie nodded.
"Me too. I cannot deal with a mean girl right now," Mitchie agreed. I nodded, then suddenly remembered she couldn't see me nod. I blushed slightly.
"I know. But if they're here, that must mean they want to feel normal, so I don't think there'll be a lot of mean people here," I pointed out as we approached our cabin.
"You're right," Mitchie said as we walked into our cabin. We immediately saw our roommate in the room, setting her bags on the last and final bed. Her long brown hair hung over her shoulders. She must have heard us enter, because she spun toward us, a little startled, her blue eyes meeting us. She calmed down then smiled.
"You must be my new roomies. I'm Heather Ockley," the girl introduced. She had an accent, a British accent if I wasn't mistaken. It was sort of strong, like Ed Westwick's or Hugh Laurie's. You can clearly tell, but it seemed like if she wanted to, she could cover it up, and no one would suspect she was British. Also, I recognized the last name was British. That was totally cool.
"I'm Mitchie Torres and this is Caitlyn Gellar," Mitchie spoke up. Now she seemed much more relaxed, calmer. I was glad. I guess being at camp for a while made her feel more at home. It better, she'd be here for a month. She needed to be more outspoken. If not, then why was she here, really?
I know, I sound harsh, but I speak the truth.
"It's really nice to meet you guys. So, why are you guys here?" Heather asked kindly as she started unpacking. I was glad Mitchie and I were done unpacking.
"Well, I have insomnia, I've had it for years. I haven't slept in so long," I answered with a tiny laugh. Mitchie looked up.
"I've been blind for five years already, and sadly, what the doctor's know of, I won't see again," Mitchie answered sadly. Heather looked sad.
"I feel so bad for both of you. You guys have it so bad," she answered. Mitchie smiled sadly.
"Not really, compared to most people, we have it easy. So, why are you here?" Mitchie asked. Heather looked sad.
"I have mild cerebral palsy. It's not as bad as people with the whole thing, I have it mildly. It's just a disability that affects how your muscles work and all. It's actually complicated to explain, granted I don't know all of it myself. I'm still learning, and I've had it since I was 2 years old. A little late in when usual people find it, but I deal," Heather answered. I suddenly remembered reading about this late at night, when I was bored.
I studied this a bit, since my cousin's best friend had the disease, or disability. If I remembered correctly, people with this disability usually walked with a limp, or were uncoordinated, people who walked on their toes a lot, people that couldn't really walk on their feet on the ground, some people had poor balance and speech issues. There was a lot more, but I couldn't recall right now.
"Oh, I think I've heard of it. That sucks! That's even worse than both of our disabilities," Mitchie said. Heather smiled.
"I've gotten used to it. It doesn't affect me anymore," Heather answered as she finished unpacking. I could now see her feet raised from the floor. She walked toward us and I could see the limp. When she walked, one foot was raised; one actually did touch the floor. I guess when people walked; they had to have one flat on the floor. But nonetheless, she was limping.
"So, do you guys wanna head to the Mess Hall for dinner? It's already 5 o clock," I asked them. The two thought then nodded.
"Sure," Heather answered. The three of us walked out and headed to the Mess Hall.
"So, where are you guys from?" Mitchie asked.
"I'm from San Fransisco," I answered.
"Cool. I'm from England originally, but moved to Houston a little over a year ago," Heather answered.
"That's cool. I'm from New Jersey, nothing exciting about that," Mitchie answered. I, of course, kept a grip on Mitchie's shoulder as we walked into the Mess Hall.
When we walked in, I immediately saw Peggy with Tess and another girl sitting at a table. I lead the two over to them.
"Hey Peggy, hey Tess. This is our roommate Heather," I introduced. We sat down. I sat beside Tess, Mitchie sat beside me, and Heather sat beside Mitchie and the other girl.
"Mitchie, Caitlyn, Heather, this is our roommate Ella Shang," Peggy introduced. Ella turned to us with a smile on her face.
"Hi," she greeted us kindly. She seemed nice, and really upbeat. I looked at her more closely. She looked very happy. I wonder why.
The three of us told Ella why we were here. Her smile faltered slightly.
"Aww! That sucks! I'm not like you guys, I don't have a mental disability, mine's physical, like you Mitchie. I'm paralyzed from the waist down," Ella explained. She sounded very happy though.
I couldn't help but saying what I did next. I was curious.
"I hate to ask, but why do you sound so happy?" I asked. Mitchie turned to me, as did Heather, Tess and Peggy. What, it's not like you weren't wondering the same thing!
Ella seemed unfazed by the question, though. "Oh, well, I became paralyzed when I was 7, so about 8 years ago, in a car crash. At first, I was grumpy and mad. But I realized, what's done is done, I can't undo what's happened to me. So, I've learned to deal with it. I've learned nothing can be done now, so why be sad about it? Yeah, I can't do all the things I used to be able to, but I don't care. If I remain upbeat and positive, then I'll feel better about myself, and make other people feel good about themselves too, if that makes sense. Also, I got this new lip gloss, Bubble berry Balm, and it's amazing!" Ella shrieked.
I had to smile. Ella was so positive; I wish I had her upbeat look on life, and her disability. She learned to deal with it, why couldn't other people? Knowing Ella for a mere five minutes made me like her. Something about her just made me want to get to know her better. She was so strong.
I saw the buffet line finally open and I offered to get Mitchie and Heather's food.
"No, I can get my own food," Mitchie insisted.
"I'm not hungry right now. I had a huge lunch before I came here. My mom wanted me to, she's overprotective. When I'm hungry, I'll get my own food though. But thanks for the offer," Heather said. With that, Mitchie and I stood up and I lead her to the line. We both grabbed a tray and a plate. As we walked down the line, I told her what food there was, and even helped her scoop up the food. She insisted she didn't need help, though.
"I'm going to help you until you get used to the place," I told her calmly. As we turned to take our trays back to our places, just my luck, as clumsy as I am, I rammed straight into someone. My tray, as well as myself and Mitchie, tumbled to the ground. Shaking off the small shock, I looked up to see the person I smacked into.
Ok, I'll leave it at that. Ok, I know I said the majority would win for the little poll last chapter. But I had no clue how to bring Jason in, who was the majority. But next chapter, I PROMISE he'll be in there, and Nate, and Shane!
What did you guys think? What did you guys think of Heather so far? Heather's disability was suggested by silverstagebeauty. Silver, I know I probably have the information wrong. I did research, but I don't personally know how it works, so tell me what I did wrong, tell me more about this. Help me out!
Phantom, I'll see what I can do with your disability. I'll add it in, though, for sure. Digi, thanks for the tip! I'll see what I can do with it!
Thanks Comic! I love the input! I sort of knew that, but not really! And don't worry, Nate'll be in the next chapter.
Just to remind you, Connect 3 isn't Connect 3…. Not yet anyways, that I know of. Just keep that in mind.
Ok, I know I do a lot of talking, and research into the disabilities. I just want you to know the disability, and all. I'm very thorough in information. So, do you want less information? More? Keep it as it is? Tell me!
Ok, for next chapter, whose POV should I do it in?
A)Nate
B) Shane
C)Jason
Tell me! But for now, review!
