Aditi's+Short+Story

Whitewashed walls #1? (Title)? They are always whitewashing the walls here as if they are trying to say that this is where you could start over…where you could….find yourself. The smell makes me want to puke. I bet you anything that they just want you to become bulimic or something. They sent me here when I was only 14 years old….Something about finding my inner self. I didn’t really understand what they meant until I met her. The girl with the pitch black hair. ***   I took a deep breath and opened my manila folder. I was not scared but I was nervous. I didn’t want some //total// maniac for a partner…I mean…I was going to have to stay and connect with him and all the other kids for a whole summer. I opened it and gasped. My heart nearly stopped and I gaped at the photo that was neatly paper clipped to a stack of papers with instructions and details. He was….absolutely ravishing. I skimmed through a couple of the papers and am bewildered by what I am reading…can someone that looks like him really be like //that// ? I am sitting in the empty room trying to stop thinking about the smell of the walls. The scent is making me gag like an idiot. I looked in my folder again. Her name is Anjali. That itself gives it away. She is Indian…just like me. I am sitting here…the room filling now …hoping that she doesn’t expect me to speak Hindi, become best friends with her or anything like that. Cause I don’t speak Hindi. And I certainly don’t need friends. I look at the picture…I am automatically relieved. She has pitch black hair…she is obviously emo. I am walking to the east building expecting him to speak Hindi and hoping that this summer we will become close friends…. Why is it taking her so long to get here? Is she //slow// or something? …I walk into the crowded room and spot him immediately…His green eyes are piercing through me and he looks as if he is in excruciating pain. A shiver runs through my body and he looks like he would rather be anywhere but here. Unexpectedly and abruptly, the expression on his face changes, he calls me over to him and he looks as if he is very eager to meet me… He is smiling and I notice that his teeth are as white as the walls in the room. By the time I get to him, his grin morphs into a line. He looks like he is apathetic towards everything in life and he just doesn’t care about anything or anyone. He tells me his name in a blank and monotonous voice. “ My name is Prakash Patel.”, I tell her effortlessly expecting her to tell me what her name is. She doesn’t say anything so I just dismiss it. I don’t say anything…I just stare at him. He starts over again. The lines on his face start to change. “Hey, my name is Kash Desai.” When I tell someone my name…I usually expect them to tell me their name back. She doesn’t do that. Instead she just stares at me.. I am not able to read the expression on her face but I narrow it down to two things. She is either a cannibal and wants to eat me or she is //slow//. Maybe it’s an emo thing. Basic set up of story: Anjali- a volunteer at a clinic (mental) => shown with the white walls Kash, Prakash, Akash- All the same person. Kash- Cynical, rude, misanthropic, unfriendly, egotistical, standoffish, ..etc… Prakash- Very apathetic towards everything in life. He is very monotone, emotionless, unfeeling, uninterested, unmoved, unresponsive, and a laid back character. Akash- Very friendly, buddy-buddy, faithful, kind, loving, chummy, civil…and can get a bit annoying because he is over affectionate and obsessive of Anjali. Let me know if it makes sense….keep this in mind… Kash, prakash, and akash are all the same person. This person suffers from Multi-personality disorder. Did I add enough details? Are the transitions okay….from character to character? IDK. Please tell me what to do… I am stuck.