Owen listened as his closet door creaked open. He clutched his teddy bear and held it close to him. He knew he was too old for it, but it was the only thing that gave him any real comfort anymore. It was the only thing he had left that linked to his past, a time of comfort and good memories. In the sound of the door creak seemed to be the sweep of all the events of the past year—events that had turned his life upside down and turned him from the normal kid he once was into this scared, lonely boy with no friends and no one to rely on but himself. “Knock knock,” said a voice. It wasn't a pleasant voice. But Owen knew he couldn't just keep his eyes shut and ignore the thing that had entered his room.
He sighed and opened his eyes. Might as well get it over with. "Who's there?"
The seven-foot cockroach folded itself into the little desk chair by Owen's bedside. It swung a wide flat head down at him, antennae swaying. "Roach." Its carapace glinted in the light of a Spongebob nightlight.
"Gezundheit," said the cockroach, and laughed.
Owen shook his head and whispered to Teddy, "We'll get a better roommate next semester."
Opening: Stacy.....Continuation: Sean