Andrew Wright's Story

Gwen laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling while she waited for a nurse to come get her from her room to go to breakfast. She'd been made to take the black pill last night, and she felt like she'd been hit by a train. "Why did I have to try and start a fight with the doctors last night?" She asked herself miserably. Gwen had had horrible dreams, and she had thrown up three times. Gwen hated throwing up...

The girl surveyed her room. In the middle of the night, the staff had brought in a second bed, desk, and dresser (and still her room had only one dresser, since Gwen had traded hers for her computer a year back). Gwen didn't like the idea of having a roommate, that meant Kaleesi couldn't sneak in in the middle of the night to sneak out with her. Gwen had the perfect window to sneak out of, too.

Gwen sighed, and looked about. She grabbed the first clean outfit she saw. Gwen always had a more punk rock style, and even though she didn't really have the same hair style as Kaleesi (for which Gwen was envious. She'd had her hair dying privileges taken away a few years ago when she accidentally dyed the whole bathroom powder blue...she was still working to get it back), or the right face for her style, Gwen really didn't care. Honestly, she was already gay in a society who hated gays...what more could she do?

Ryder groaned, standing off of his bed. His roommate (who he'd been warned would arrive soon) wasn't there yet. As he rummaged around the room for something acceptable to wear, he settled on something he'd probably never worn before (as his parents were always sending him stuff to make up for the fact that they sent him there in the first place). He looked in the mirror and shrugged, he looked good enough in the clothes he'd chosen.

Ryder walked down to the dining room after his shower. He was early by about ten minutes, but that was nothing new for the boy. He'd been trying to avoid a specific person, a kid he was pretty sure he loved, but couldn't really remember. They'd slept together once, but he had managed to stay out till just a few months ago. Ryder shrugged, taking his normal, lonely seat off to the side, in the corner. Everyone had a table they shared with their roommate, and since he and Gwendolyn (he was pretty sure that was her name...he had associated it with King Arthur when she told him) had no roommate, they'd been sharing a table for a while.

Ryder propped his chin up on one hand, and watched the door. He knew the others would be arriving soon, and he liked watching the people he lived with.

Esme

Leaving her parents for yet another institution was something that Esme was all too familar with; they no longer bothered with goodbyes, and instead decided that sending her off with the driver was a better way of letting go. Despite their usual pleadings with her to try and get better, this time, they didn't even bother. She was starting to think sending her away was a way for them to just get rid of her, rather than get her 'help' from something she could not control.

The drive to South Carolina from New York was quite a long one, and after arriving, Esme hopped out, sliding on her heels and adjusting the beanie on her head. She looked decent; for someone who'd been in a car for way to long blasting a variety of alternative rock music in the back. She was led away by a supervisor immediately after exiting the vehicle, and quickly found herself inside the building that reminded her more of a prison than anything. She was led down a series of hallways, and she could hear the woman in front of her speaking, only, she hardly heard a word. She couldn't help but wonder if this tall blonde had any idea how idiotic this institution was.

She was brought out of her inner babble by the woman leading her around. "---and this, my dear, is your room." She had stopped in front of a door, and Esme managed a half smile. "I'm not your dear, and thanks..I can take it from here," and without another word, she stepped inside the room, her eyes quickly falling on the girl layed out on her bed. Ahh, a roommate.. she thought to herself. The woman who had showed her to her room simply smiled. "Make yourself at home. The schedule is posted up around everywhere, but you can ask your roommate if you have any other questions." She left in quite a hurry, not that this bothered Esme at all. Looking back at her roommate, she leaned against the door, and smirked slightly. "You must be my roommate...I'm Esme," she said casually.

Another day. Another long, quiet day, Eli thought to himself as he sat up in his bed, pulling out his ear buds and sitting them aside. He watched as his roommate left, then stood up. It wasn't that he had a problem at all with Andrew; in fact, he thought he was cool, and attractive. If anything, he had a feeling that his roommate might have a problem with him. Or maybe I am too quiet.. he thought.

Walking into the bathroom, Eli readied himself for the day by wetting his face and hair, before changing into his outfit for the day. He walked to the mirror to look at himself. "Not to bad, Eli, not to bad.." he said with a slight smile, before adjusting his scarf, and making his way out of the room. He walked down the hall to the cafeteria. Walking in, he noticed that just about everyone was there. He knew them all by name by this point, but never made an attempt to get to know them. Surprising, though, he wanted too. He just didn't know how to approach people; it had always been a fear of his.

Eli made his way to the same table he had always sat at, taking his spot and grabbing some orange juice, which he sipped on gingerly before looking around at the surrounding people. His eyes fell on his roommate Andrew, then Alison, and finally, Hayden. He smiled slightly at the sight of him. Ever since seeing Hayden on the first day, Elias had found himself smitten over the boy, and, although they'd never spoken, he'd caught his eye a few times. Maybe he would make an attempt to talk to someone today.

Haze woke up and ran a hand through his long, straight hair. He looked at his roommates bed, but the other male was already gone. Haze wasn't particularly concerned by this, as he and his roommate barely spoke. Haze thought the fact that he was a cross dresser freaked the other boy out. Haze shrugged. He didn't always dress in female clothes...just their jeans and cardigans he liked best. Haze put together one of his normal outfits and stood in the mirror in the bathroom, looking at himself.

Haze shrugged, going out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Others were already walking down the hallway to breakfast, and he decided to follow, not really caring. Haze was pretty drugged up. He took all the pills like a good little boy, and they kept him in a sort of fog. Haze lived his life this way, and he didn't really care. Haze was a strange boy. He didn't like being in the real world. He preferred living in his own little universe. When Haze spoke in coherent sentences (which was rare. he was quite like the mad hatter), he was brilliant. Usually, however, you'd never be able to tell he was a genius.

Haze entered the dining room and looked around. He shrugged to himself again, going over to his table. Haze looked around, his eyes falling on Andrew, Ryder, Alison, Elias, and Hayden. Lastly, Haze looked at Kyler. He smiled slightly. His gaze was interrupted by Gwen being led into the dining room by a nurse. Haze looked at the disoriented girl, sighing slightly. Haze liked Gwen, and he was sad when she got in trouble.

Kylers gaze floated up toward the entrance of the cafeteria as he watched more people file in. Today seemed a bit more rowdy then usual, but then again it just might be him. After slipping his gameboy into his sweater pocket he stood and was about to grab some food- but stopped mid-way when he notice Haze walk in. The guy was going to be the death of him, his looks and personality defiantly had an effect on him. Plus his eyes were possible the most enticing about his physical features.His hand went up midway to wave hello but stopped as he watched Andrew go right over to Haze and place a big kiss on his cheek.

Lowering his hand, he watched as Haze was pulled over toward where Andrew was sitting- frowning to himself. Well there went his plans for the day. Walking out of the cafeteria he made his way down the hallway towards his room to grab his sketchbook. maybe if he asked nicely they'd let him sit outside again. Last time it didn't end very well in the slightest. The fence in the back that cut off their chances of escaping this stupid place- was where they found Kyler talking to a guy who stopped on the other side. He had been an old friend in kindergarden. Of course talking to a freak'in guy meant he was flirting on the spot and trying to get into his pants. Clearly.

He really hated this place.