Hestia: The Goddess of Compassion

Chapter 4

It took me twenty minutes to read the floor plan and figure out a way to the dorms. The school is so badly planned out and constituted of five floors which I am surprised hadn't fallen down already, the reception led to a long hallway with stairs at either end, one leading to the basement and one leading to the first floor. The school is divided into two wings, east and west. The west wing included all the classes and labs, and the east wing included the dorms, swimming pools and sports complex. The reception is the only connection between the east and the west wing. I badly wanted a school tour, but I knew better than roaming alone in this creepy place. It's just better if my roommate gave a tour of this place.

I enter the east wing and the first floor has the same reception type setup, with a hallway leading to rooms. Each floor has a hundred rooms, mine being room number 333 meant I had to take the stairs and climb to the third floor.

By the time I reach the third floor I am out of breath, those shits with their room numbers in the hundred series are lucky motherfuckers. I stroll around the hallway and finally reach room number 333 and insert my copy of the key into the door. Just when I entered, a door was on my right which I assumed was the bathroom. I look around the tiny room, which includes two canopy beds, one navy blue and the other white, kept parallel across the room. There are also study desks with the schoolbooks already arranged on them, I notice an apple charger lying on one of them and hurriedly plug my phone in. The only source of light currently is the huge floor to ceiling windows along with a door leading to the balcony overlooking the jungle.

I jumped onto the navy-blue canopy bed and in the process I somehow managed to knock off a bottle of water kept on the table, making the water spill all over the table and the floor. I can distantly hear someone talking outside the room, I seriously do not want my roommate to have the first impression of me as a klutz. So, like any sane person would do, I find a black cloth from one of the drawers and wipe the water.

I am almost done with the cleaning when the door opens and in walks a short girl, wearing at least 4 inches of heels and a pink mini skirt cord set which complimented her fair skin, which is almost whiter than the walls of the dorm room itself, she squints her already narrow eyes at me, which now almost resemble as a thin line and lets out a scream.

"That is my dress, you moron!" she says as she snatches the black cloth and unfolds it, revealing indeed a short dress.

"I'm sorry?"

"Do you know I haven't even worn this once?" Before I could reply to her, she rushes off to the bathroom to clean her dress. I used it to wipe water only so what's the big deal? Not to forget she is also using water to clean the dress.

My phone starts ringing, only to see it's a call by Seb who saved his name as 'Almighty Seb', as if.

"Yo crabby," I say as I pick up the call and put him on speaker so I can change his name to 'Seb the Crab'.

"Don't 'yo' me, where are you?"

"In Seville Norwesters,"

"What the actual fuck, you are that far?"

"Yep, so did my mom punish you or anything?"

"Of course, she did. She is making me clean the paintings,"

"Thats harsh," Harsh? That is bloody brutal, imagine erasing your best artwork, honestly, I'd be in tears.

"Whatever, how is it there?"

"The school is literally straight out of a horror movie,"

"What about the people? Anyone hot?"

"The people are no better," just as I said that my roommate comes out from the bathroom and flips the finger.