Dears At My School

Nadine

I arrived at my dorm. Staring at the wooden door ready for my new start. I opened the door to see a small kitchen and lounge. With four closed doors assuming one is the bathroom.

I dropped my bags off in the lounge, checking out the rooms determined to find one I like. I settled for one with a nice window view.

I sighed, not ready to unpack my bags. I wandered into the kitchen seeing what kind of appliances we have and what we'll need.

I looked at the counter and noticed one thing: " We definitely need a coffee maker." I walked out the kitchen and began making a list of things we needed. Then reluctantly pulling my bags in my room to start unpacking. I got it done in 3 hours, a world record.

When I walked out of the room I noticed that the other girls have not arrived yet.

"They'll probably come tomorrow." I began getting ready to go to the shops. Just pulling on a sweater, a pleated skirt and some shoes. Remembering I have to get permission from a teacher.

I walked out the building admiring the statues outside. Stopping at one with a male pulling at a mask stuck on his face. I knew this one without reading the note.

I whispered "you become the person you pretend to be". I remembered all the times I played people to like me knowing no one would. I shook the thoughts away and began my trench to the teachers quarters.

Soon as I get there I knock on the door. As soon as I did a woman swung the door open.

"Hello," said a woman with curly ginger hair.

"Uh, hello I need permission to go to the shops" I said holding out the permission slip .

"Oh yes I'm the counselor, Ms. Mary and I'll sign the slip." She said with a puzzled face signing the slip

"Thank you" I muttered walking away, still feeling her staring at me when I turned the corner. I called for my driver, the young woman from earlier. While I wait I sit on the curb and admire myself in my reflection in the puddle. A baby face with brown sugar colored skin with abnormal ginger hair.

I would know from the stares of people. It seems different here no one whispers about how I look. No one cares who their parents are. Or body count.

My driver shows up, I crawl into the car buckling my seet belt. Ready to go to the shops. I stare out the window admiring the architecture and greenery. I look up telling the driver to go to the shops. Hoping for it to go smoothly.

When we arrived at the normally large Costco just to pick up a few items. Coffee maker, utensils, bookshelves, poster, School supplies, lamps and personal products. By the time I was done it was lunch time.

I stopped at a local restaurant and ordered a quick lunch to take home. I make it in time before the deadline. I walked towards the teachers quarters to let her know I'm back. I knocked on the door to see her open the door. I just waved and ran out.

Maybe it might've been concerning I did that but oh well. I will walked back to my dorm with success of weaving away from any teachers and students.

I made it to my dorm unboxing the coffee maker, pots, pans, and utensils. While sitting my school supplies on my desk to take a shower. I took a hot shower hoping to burn off some of this extra energy.

With my lasting energy I began putting my posters, lights, and decor up. I unpacked my books sitting them on the shelves. It was nice homey already. At the end I observed my hard work. String lights hanging from the seeling a long with my plant name 'Sage' ironic isn't it. With a soft gray bedding on my bed with many pillows. With my bookshelf over the front of my bed.

I walked out the room towards the kitchen to make me some tea. Then remember I forgot to get groceries, so I walked into my room to work on a short story I was writing. Soon enough I fell asleep in my bed only to be woken up bright and early on a Sunday.