Help Me

The bell rang, I gathered up my books in myfat arms, and walked slowly out of the classroom. No one talked to me, no one called out to me like they did the other kids, why would they? Who wants to be friends with the fat kid? Following this bitter train of thought, I walked to my locker, putting away everything I didn't need. Sister Agatha appeared out of the classroom next to my locker, looked around for a moment before spotting me.

"Ahh, Alexander, there you are! I was hoping to see you. We received a new student today, and well, you know how crowded the dorms are right now, and even though your mother requested you not have a roommate, and you haven't in all your time here, we had no choice but to put him in your room." I just kinda started at her. I wasn't bothered per se about having to share a room, I was just wondering how he was gonna react when he sees 'the fat kid'.

"Thats...thats fine. I understand you were not able to put him in another room, I shall do my best to interact peacefully with him." I said, in the formal, flowing speech I used around any adult. She smiled, looking relived, and bid me on my way, telling me to answer any questions he may have. I walked quietly back tomy our room, my stomach twisting into knots. I never did posses good social skills...just another one of my many flaws. I finally reached the room, slowly unlocking the door and peaking inside to see what my new roommate was like before he spied me. He was strange, he wore what were they...skinny jeans? and some dark what looked like a band shirt, studded belt, homemade bracelets up and down both wrists, two piercing in his lower lip, I wasn't sure what the term for it was, messy, dark hair covering his face, and big skater shoes. I started in horror. This was who I was sharing a room with? No wonder Sister Agatha was so nervous! He'll...he'll only bring me down with him! I can't gain any more flaws! It was along this train of thought when i noticed he was messing up my once perfectly made bed, and decided this was as good a time as any to speak up.

“You’re on my bed.” I said quietly, hoping he heard me, he looked like he might be asleep. His eyes snapped open at the sound of my voice, and I could see him judging me. I could almost see him thinking, of, great, of course the new kid gets to room with the fat kid...no one else would want to room with him...damn those nuns...putting me in here...

"Are you Alexander?" He asked me in a smooth, clear voice. I nodded my head. He looked at me a moment longer before asking me "Do you ever eat?" My throat swelled up, tear sprang to my eyes, though I managed to keep them locked inside. Of course, mock the fat kid...I expected no less though. Everyone asked me that. It was like they were trying to make my own personal Hell, and it was working. He looked apologetic, like he could see how much that hurt, and decided to speak again. "Hey, look, I'm sorry. Just...just forget I asked that. Anyway...what do you people do for fun around here?" Fun...thats a good question. One I wouldn't know the answer too.

"I don't know. I don't interact much with the other boys. You would have to ask one of them. And, would you please get off my bed? Yours is on the other side of the room." He looked startled, like he forgot what I first said to him.

"Oh, right...sorry." He said, getting up off and moving to his side. He seemed to be playing with his pants, I had no idea why, and I had a feeling I didn't want to know. "Umm..is there a bathroom attached to the room? Or do I have to go somewhere...?" He trailed off. I nodded my head to the door next to the closet, he thanked me and locked himself inside. I heard water running, and some muffled noises,before it shut off and I heard what sounded like a ziplock being shoved back someplace. After a few minutes, I heard a thump, and the door shook, followed by a giggle. I hesitated between getting up and leaving him, I think I knew what he was doing in there and defiantly did not want to interrupt. But then I heard more giggling, and what sounded like him trying to unlock the door. It took him a few tries, but got it, and kind of just...crumpled to the floor. It became apparent he had been leaning on the door.

When he managed to stand up he looked...different. I couldn't place my finger on it, but something was of...and it scared me. He stumbled over to his bed, and fell down on it. He just laid there, staring at the ceiling like it was the most fascinating thing in the world, for quite a while, before he passed out and I was able to start my homework. I worked quickly, I lucky, somehow, didn't have too much tonight and wanted to get as much sleep as possible, I had a test tomorrow. I heard noises as I was changing in the bathroom, but by the time I was done, they had stopped. I shrugged it off to my imagination, and climbed into bed, before they started up again. This time I could actually hear what they were, and managed to pick a few words out, the most being 'Ryan', a name, and 'no'. They soon stopped agin though, and I soon fell asleep wondering how this 'Ryan' was, and why...whoever that was, I realized I forgot to get his name, was dreaming about him.