GENRE: YA, Sci-Fi
The roof was leaking.
Alex stared up at the watermark on the ceiling; she could barely even see it in the low light that radiated from the single light bulb, but there was no mistaking the steady drip of water that fell from the dirty ceiling and buried itself in the moth eaten carpet.
Running a weary hand over her face, Alex dropped her head back and groaned. This was what happened when you rented a rundown piece of junk. Everything would have been so much easier if she lived on campus with everyone else. Unfortunately, there was no way her parents could afford the type of rent that the Nova Rose Institute of Science charged. So instead, she rented a tiny studio apartment that froze in the winter, boiled in the summer and leaked whenever it rained.
“Danny?” Alex called, thumping her fist on the wall above her lumpy old couch. “Do you have a bucket?”
“What do you need a bucket for?” Danny yelled back. His voice sounded hoarse and scratchy as though he hadn’t slept in weeks, and knowing Danny he probably hadn’t. He was two years ahead of Alex at the Institute and already a year into his specialised study. If his workload was any indication, Alex had some serious study ahead of her when she elected to specialise at the end of the year.
“I have a leak,” Alex said, with a sigh.
“Another one?” Danny asked. “How many is that?”
Alex rested her forehead against the cracked plaster. “Three.”