Boots hit the pavement. Eyes followed. No one smiled. "That's him," somone whispered. Black hoodie, cigarette, cold stare. Sheldon looks at you and you look back at him. Amy waved from the door. "Took you long enough roomie, Come on!" Amy says, "You're in room 3B. Right across Sheldon, no pressure." A voice snaps through the hallway. "You can stop talking freak," Blonde. Sharp smile. Gold everything. "Haven," Amy mumbled. "You're the new girl? What are you? A stray?" She laughs cruelly.
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