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The four of us got a taxi to our school after the train dropped us at Thornridge station. Behind us, another taxi carrying Xavier and his friends, Caspian and Claude. The smell of cigarettes and rain occupied the entirety of the air in the small, canary yellow car. Isa sat in the front of the car, quietly sleeping. On the other hand, Claire sat between Easton and I in the back seats. I pulled my small purse from my side and pulled out my walkman. I place the thin seat of headphones on top of my head and play my cassette tape Tears for Fears, "Head Over Heels".
After a short period of 20 minutes, we had arrived at the inky, practically ancient gates of Ravenhill.
The gates inched open, shrieking and creaking as the entryway became wider and wider. We unloaded our trunks from the top of the car and made our way to the entrance. We pushed open the towering doors and piled inside.
   
"God I can barely feel my hands," Claire sighed, swiftly breaking hold of her trunk and shaking her hands, "They're practically frozen off".

"Let's head up to our rooms so we can go off and eat," Easton sighed, "we'll be far more content that way rather than just loathing around in our rain-drenched clothes, that I know for certain."

It was rather early in the morning, around 7. The dining hall is set with breakfast everyday at 8:30, lunch 1:00, and dinner 6:30. If you happen to be absent in those time frames, the campus is filled with cafes and all sorts of places. Students mustn't leave their dormitories past 12am. If this rule is broken, students are sent straight to the headmasters office. Half the school has broken this rule, but only a fair few got sent to Headmaster Bronwym. Clarie and I begged year after year to her office to be roommates, our chances were slim, but we had finally done it. On the other hand, Easton and Isa automatically shared a room because they were family in the same year.
    After the numerous flights of stairs and long, seemingly ceaseless corridors, we had at last made it to our dorms. Upon entry, each dorm room had a long hallway. About halfway into the corridor, there was a door on the right hand side leading into the bathroom. Further down the hall, there was a large, square room, with two beds on opposite sides of the wall on the left, and a fireplace between two closets on the right wall. In front of the fireplace sat a merlot satin couch with tinges of gold, a matching chair, and mahogany end and coffee tables. The end table, hand a black rotary phone sitting on top. In the middle of each space of the room stood a great window, draped in wine curtains, and a large chandelier. The hall leading to the room had gold framed paintings on the black wallpaper between the dark wall panelings. The room wasn't the most prodigious, but it was certainly enough for me.
   
    "We made it home, Aurora," Calire announced as she plopped down on her bed and began opening her trunk.
   
    "Took long enough," I sighed, "it feels great to finally be here."

    I took my trunk over to my closet and unpacked. It didn't take long, but I enjoyed the process. After getting settled in, me and Claire changed into our uniforms and got fixed up for breakfast. The boys were already downstairs, waiting. We headed down the many steps through the tower that the dorms were in. Halfway through, we came to a stop.

    "Shoot I forgot my fold phone," Calire gasped, "Aurora, go on without me I'll meet you there, I swear on it."

    "You sure you'll be fine alone?" I questioned.

    "I'll be just fine!' Claire shouted, already running up the steps.

    I made my way through the school alone, passing class, after class, getting closer and closer to the food I had been craving all day. Just as I was about to enter the dining hall, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

    "Aurora!"