The Dark Society

12

 England remained regarded as a nation of radical nonconformists. So, the ethnic disparities and unwelcoming stares the girls experienced weren't unexpected. Despite this, Sabrina and Tatum spent the afternoon exploring the city. Then, after hours of sightseeing, they retreated to the dormitory.

"It's quite elegant," Sabrina declared, observing the gated entrance.

"Just imagine..." Tatum added, drawing closer. "This will be home for the next few years."

Sabrina stepped forward.

"For you, anyway."

Tatum frowned.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Sabrina glanced over her shoulder with a smirk.

Sixty-three Evelyn Gardens was a freshman dormitory located minutes from Imperial's campus. At first, seeing it felt exciting, but the thrill soon faded. Aside from that, no one expected them, so they'd have to find a way around.

Tatum's persistent smile wasn't surprising. Seeing how meeting Sabrina was like catching a breath after a long run. More so, the idea of having a relatable friend was reassuring, and each valued the new friendship.

"Don't worry," she said. "You're stuck with me."

Tatum beamed as she and Sabrina entered the dormitory. A place where panoramic views and striking sculptural pieces immediately caught their attention.

"It's incredible," Tatum observed, admiring the artwork.

Sabrina laughed.

"I take it you haven't seen many luxury residences."

"Not this week, anyway," Tatum joked, closing the elevator gate.

The girls checked their paperwork and discovered they'd have separate rooms. Thus, as the elevator reached the second floor, the search began.

"I know they're here somewhere," Tatum said, scanning the hallway.

"Tell you what," Sabrina suggested. "You go that way, I'll go this way, and we'll meet on the other side."

They separated and began searching. Though the task sounded tedious, it wouldn't take long. Meanwhile, Sabrina took a moment to reread several notes from her mother. And though roughly written, the sentiments were clear.

"The fishing isn't the same," read a caption under a recent photo of her and Tim angling together.

Sabrina covered her mouth as tears welled up. This was one of many reminders she nor her mother could forget. Yet, while trying to compose herself, Sabrina appeared startled.

"I'm sorry," a young woman said. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

Sabrina put on a guarded expression.

"I'm Lyndsey," she greeted. "Lyndsey Graham."

"Sabrina Kole," she replied. "My friend Tatum and I are trying to find our rooms."

Lyndsey ran fingers through her wine-red hair.

"Nice to meet you. What room numbers are you looking for?"

Sabrina retrieved the key.

"Twenty-three and twenty-four."

Lyndsey pointed down the hall as Sabrina glanced over her shoulder.

"Well done," she muttered. "Excellent first impression."

Lyndsey laughed.

"Don't feel embarrassed; we've all been there."

Moments after, Tatum rounded the corner.

"There you are. I'm completely lost and you're making friends."

"This is Tatum," Sabrina said, gesturing toward Lyndsey.

Tatum noticed sudden changes in Sabrina's demeanor. An expression she'd seen many times when Sabrina felt strange. Still, there'd soon be another reason for the attitude.

"Americans don't attend this university," Lyndsey commented.

"Why's that?" Sabrina asked, squinting.

"Well, as you know, many prestigious institutions exist in America. So, it's unusual for students to travel so far for school."

Tatum caught Sabrina's expression and changed the subject.

"So these are our rooms?" she interjected, stepping across the hallway.

Lyndsey moved toward her door.

"They are. But you should get settled if you're planning to see more of the city."

"Been there, done that, but thanks anyway," Tatum replied.

"You're welcome," Lyndsey responded. "One more thing--our other housemates should be back soon: Kyle, Logan, Jasmine, and Trina. They spend most of their time studying, but show up now and then."

"Typical college students?" Sabrina asked.

"Yeah," Lyndsey agreed. "They're friendly, so you should be fine."