Enchanted by Taylor Swift
#lol at shin splints getting worse haha. not really.
i did 10 100m sprints and 6 400m jogs, bye,
i'll see ya later.
imma write this story myself, but feel free to comment more relationships/inclusion (i'll take the first 3)
8th, Wednesday. 2014- moving in day! meet the staff for god’s sake don’t get on their bad side! you will be assigned your new roommate then the boys are throwing a party for all the students of the semester, who knows maybe there’s a boy that isn’t insane
"Are you all set with your things?" My mom asked. I was sorta glad that she and my father had come to help me move in because it actually showed signs of caring. I nodded, hugging them both. "We'll call every Sunday, so keep a phone nearby. We'll try to call around the same time so we known when you have free time. See you in a couple weeks," My father said, waving as he and my mother left.
*insert paragraph about meeting a roommate once i know who that is*
I knew that it was important to meet the staff, but the only person I felt interested in meeting was my new doctor. We'd set up a first day appointment just to baseline where I was to chart improvement. I entered a white room, clean and pristine, and sat down in the waiting room. I reached into my bag in search of my phone, only to realize I'd left it in my dorm. "Are you Isabel Cunningham?" A young boy asked me. He seemed to be about my age and almost as thin as I was.
"Yeah, who are you?" I asked, trying to crack a smile. It didn't seem that the doctor was emerging soon from the doorway the boy had appeared from, so maybe starting conversation would be good for me.
"Finn," he said, shaking my hand. His handshake was weak, but so was mine, so I hardly even noticed. "What are you here for?"
"Isn't that a little personal for the first day?" I joked lightly. I stood up and smiled coyly. "You don't get to know until you buy me a coffee first," I said.
"Sounds reasonable. It's a date," he replied. I stood frozen. A date? I was kidding. I hadn't been on a date in two years and I was pretty sure I'd forgotten the proper date-etiquate. "There's actually a party tonight, would you want to come?" He asked.
"Sure," I said, biting my lip. Wait, I wasn't Serena van der Woodsen, I could not pull this off. I quickly relaxed my face and pulled out a piece of paper from my old food journal and wrote down my phone number. "Sorry, it's an Australian phone, I haven't had time to get a new one," I said.
"It's fine, it's fine, I'll call you. It'll be a short call though because I don't want to have my parents be upset with me making all these international calls," he joked.
I laughed. A real laugh. I had forgotten how nice it was to laugh and genuinely not care. It's not like there was much opportunity to laugh in a mental hospital, anyway. "How did you know my name?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah, I was supposed to tell you that the doctor is out today and your meeting is cancelled. Sorry about that," he blushed. I shrugged and waved. Actually flirting. This was new and I liked it. Boys and girls didn't communicate in the last hospital I was in. Success.
* * *
"You're taking advanced calculus, too?" A girl asked. We were both standing in a line waiting to meet the math teacher, looking over our schedules. I nodded and smiled.
"Math is, literally, like the only thing I'm good at," I smiled. The other girl laughed to, but hers was fake laugher which was obvious as her dark hair fell into her face.
"I'll see you in math once class starts. Maybe you can save me a seat," she said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and began to walk off. "Just remember, Cece Clark isn't second best in math, ever," she called after me.
As I power walked away, I accidentally bumped into another girl. "Sorry," I muttered, "but do you know where the art teacher is?" The girl nodded, raking her long fingers through her blonde hair.
"She's right over there. What art are you taking?" She smiled. Her face was kind, I liked that about her.
"Advanced painting," I said, reading over my schedule.
"Me too! I'm Rosie by the way," she said, extending her hand. I shook it as firmly as I could, but I was frail so a firm handshake was out of the question. I had done a lot of painting of sceneries when in the hospital because it was the only thing that calmed me down, so I figured meeting girls who liked art to would help me make at least a few new friends.
"Issy, charmed," I smiled.
"I have to run, but I'll see you once art starts," Rosie said.
I was one for two out at making acquaintances with the girls I'd have to see everyday. That was one more than I'd made at my last treatment center.
* * *
I hadn't been to actual party in about two years without young people who didn't want to talk about stocks, adults getting drunk, and a charity donation, of course. I walked in with a large group of girls from my dorm that I didn't really know to well, but were friendly enough to let me tag along. About twenty minutes in, I had socialized with a few people, trying to remember what people under thirty thought was interesting, and had a glass of white wine mixed with Pellegrino.
"Isabel," a voice called. I turned around to face Finn. It was weird that'd I'd forgotten to tell him to call me Issy. Maybe with him I was more of an Isabel. What did that even mean?
"Hey," I smiled, taking a sip of red wine. Usually I didn't drink more than one glass, but this was a party, was it not?
"This party's kind of boring, do you want to get out of here?" He asked. I looked around. Nobody would notice if I left anyway since I hadn't made much of an impression.
"Sure, let's go," I said, taking his hand. Don't ruin this, I told myself. This was actually good.
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(feel free to comment if anything needs to be changed based on the portrayal of your character)