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+ 8	UnWANTED (chapter 4)
+ 7	unWANTED (chapter 3)
+ 7	UnWanted (chapter 2)
+ 6	UnWANTED (chapter 1)

   As soon as i got past all the disturbing characters that i was sharing quarters with, the 'kind' lady led me into a room

"your room" she said, and then just walked away.  Helpful.

I absorbed my surroundings.  It was extremely generic, like a hotel room.  The beige walls and sheets, with the matching green striped comforter and curtains.  It had absolutely no personality.  Also, it smelled faintly of hospital. Gross.

I started poking and nudging, adapting.  I started unpacking my uniforms and underwear (a bright pink color just to excercise my freedom).  After i finished unpacking, i stepped into the bathroom to pee.  The whole wall was a giant window, frosted yes, but see through all the same.  My worst nightmare, my personal hell.  Kill me now.

Oh wait, that would be hard, seeming as there is frickin' nothing sharp in a mile radius of the whole building.  Plus, every single corner and surface was filed down and cushioned.  Meh.

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After I shed enough tears to hydrate the people in the sahara, i wandered to the rec room, where i was supposed to "socialize".

When i entered, it looked like a doctor's office; flourescent lights, sterile white walls, even vinyl seats.  Why didn't they just add the paper seat covers and just be done with it already?!

When i looked around, i noticed the people.  all the teenagers were clumped up in groups.  The extreme OCD girls.  The slacker "whatever, dude" guys with long hair, drifting in their eyes, overly-intelligent and fidgity nerds pulling on their too tight pants, a slightly slutty looking group with cut skirts and cropped shirts.  The only thing in common with them, they were all glaring at me.  Great, like highschool. 

It made me itchy, the feeling of about fifty eyes boring into my back as i turned to sit onto a couch with one frail girl rocking back and forth and another slightly cross-eyed boy.  Was there anyone here who was normal?

 "Hey, I'm Tristan"  I heard a smooth, masculine voice lilt out from behind me.  I turned around and behind the couch, was a guy.  Six foot three, platinum blond hair, and dark blue eyes. 

"hey", i whispered.

 

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)

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