Conversations With Ana

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4

Dinner was terribly uneventful.

Even with Rose sitting next to me.

She whispered things like: "Her parents are rich", "He's got anger problems", or "She's as high as a kite."

Then there was Shane who sat on my other side.

He kept nudging my foot and kicking my shin.

When dinner was finally over, we headed to Rose's room.

I sat down on the edge of her bed, noting that her sheets and blankets were not white.

They were purple.

"It's not white."

She looked at me, confused.

"What?"

"Your sheets and stuff. They're not white."

She smiled, seemingly understanding now.

"Yeah. I've been here for about 3 and a half months now so I've personalized my room a bit."

Shane spoke up from where he was looking at Rose's CD's: "You'll get to personalize your room eventually too."
"Good. I hate the color white."

They laughed.

I raised my eyebrows.

Hadn't been trying to be funny.

I really did hate the color white.

I looked around Rose's room, curiously.

"You play guitar?"

"What?"

I gestured towards the guitar that sat propped up against her wall.

A smile lit up and she sat on her bed.

"Yeah, I play guitar."

"Cool."

Shane looked up and suddenly said: "We should check on Gordon. He never came to dinner."

Rose frowned then nodded her head in agreement.

"Who's this Gordon kid anyways?"

They both looked at me and said: "A friend."

I raised my eyebrows, questioningly.

They both shrugged.

As we began to walk down the hall to check on Gordon, I inspected Rose and Shane closely.

Rose was curvier than Mel, I noticed.

She had a cute button nose and hazel eyes.

She was short, shorter than me.

I was only about 5' 4", which made me wonder how tall Rose was.

Next I looked closely at Shane.

He had short brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.

For someone who was depressed, he usually wore a big grin.

He was only slightly taller than me and Rose.

At the end of the long light blue hallway, we stopped.

I soon realized that we had stopped in front of a door.

The only door that wasn't white.

The door was dark blue.

Rose knocked on the door, chewing on her bottom lip.