Aspiring Writers Group...a creative writing group discussion

Here is the big writing piece that we can all work on.

If you would like to start the writing piece, you totally can!

Don't wait!

So.. are we all making a story together?

I confused. So, is someone going t write the. When they are done with that price a mother person picks it up and continues? Or are you going to give us parts and we write our part and then add all the part together in cortical order and BOOM! story.

It's like an add on story. One person will start the story and then someone will add on. It will hopefully be never-ending!

Ooh ok!

Yeah! Now someone will add on.

We walk through the clean white hallways, the smell of antiseptic clogging up my nose. The woman leads me to a faded orange door, stopping to scan her bracelet on the keypad to the right of the door. “Cadet Birmingham?” She says as I step into the room after her, “This will be your new second level dorm room. Your roommate, Cadet Schiller, will be up shortly. Good day to you.” She spun on her heel and exited the room. Her standard military issue shoes click away down the hallway, and once again, I am utterly alone.

I take a seat on one of the beds, sighing as Iook around. Across from me is another bed, same standard plain white sheets and utter lifelessness as mine. Suddenly, a loud voice pierces the quiet.
"Welcome Cadet Birmingham! I'm your guide-bot, Alex! I'm here to get you familiar with your surroundings as well as assist you in getting used to your schedule! I am able to be personalized as much as you want! You can even change my voice!"
I stare, the small spherical robot floating inches away from my face.
"Um. Hi?"

“I see you’re confused. I mean it’s a lot to take in.” Alex replied. There was a creek from the door and I looked around Alex at my roommate Cadet Schiller.

He seemed not to notice my presence, and if he did, he ignored it. He kept his eyes trained on the ground as he walked to his bed. He stripped of his level two blue training jumpsuit and sat down at his desk in front of the computer pad. He scanned his thumb to summon the virtual keyboard, and his fingers drummed on keys that weren’t really there. He paused only to take a deep breathe and push his shaggy auburn hair out of his eyes.

Oh wait sorry mockingjay rebel I didn’t see yours

Could someone re write it to combine the two?