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Intro

Karen stifled a smile as she saw her outfit in the mirror. Black jeans, combat boots, baseball shirt and a plaid jacket. Gay. She ditched the boots for sneakers and the plaid for a suitable windbreaker. Less gay. Her tousled black hair, untamed from her sleep resembled the ocean's waves. Acne dotted her dark skin, and seemed to favor the space between her brown eyes. She was presentable. No make-up, just some perfume she picked up 3 years ago at a garage sale.

Her bag was adorned with pins, from human rights campaigns to obscure indie bands not even she knew. She was ready to face school head on and not even the universe could stop her. Lugging two less adorned suitcases, she made her way into the world and onto the train station platform.

See, it's Karen's first day at a prestigious college tailored for students in grades 11 and 12 to complete their studies and exams. Complete with a dormitory, the word prestigious is important. A word so unfamiliar to Karen the scholarship student who trumped her school with her English and Science skills, she was offered a place at Masonview College. Masonview, was also located about nowhere near anywhere.

Her trip on public transport took 1.5 grueling hours, not including the walk which added 30 minutes. That was ok. She managed to secure a seat and had compiled a playlist featuring Franz Ferdinand and The Offspring. She was in a loud and boisterous mood.

The school itself was remote. Based in a somewhat small town which featured several vocational colleges, a university, farms and Masonview. Many inhabitants capitalized on the student activity. Surrounded by vast plains only interrupted by cows grazing, Masonview stood at 2 levels with the dormitories based in demountable buildings. You'd expect more from a boarding school that charges the amount they do, but the teachers and education is apparently top notch.

Outside the school, there were several stalls advertising events and extracurricular activities, chess club, soccer, school newspaper, formal committee, debating. Karen walked past and was stopped by a bubbly boy with a chubby face and gilded hair. ''Hey! I'm Mathew, I'm the so called greeter or welcoming committee!''  His voice was full of enthusiasm. ''Could I grab your name?'' She grinned and pointed to her notepad. She can't talk. Not by choice, She just got extremely sick as a child and her vocal chords went goodbye. ''Karen Burns, Yr 11'' she wrote on the notepad. He nodded and directed her to her room loudly and handed her a pamphlet detailing campus life.

The dormitories are nowhere near far away from the school, just past a few chicken coops and small herb farms. The second suitcase, probably loaded with her compute, dislodged a wheel from the muddy surface. Rolling her eyes, she just dragged the polyester and nylon bag to the end of the previously dirt track, finally leading to the dormitory.

The dormitory resembled a camp. It was a circle with 10 2 story demountable houses sat with a large common room in the middle. On the common room, a sign saying ''B - GIRL DORM'' was crudely hung up.

Looking at the pamphlet which had her name on it, she was in Room 2. According to the guide, the rooms work clockwise  Not a problem. Her hand was beginning to cramp severely from the broken luggage but she carried on.

She was the first to her dormitory. The stairs were next to the door , and the shared bathroom too. (4 girls, 1 shower, who wins?). The kitchen was also based downstairs, as well as a small lounge/living space, a combined laundry and storage room and finally a closet with a vacuum and other household necessities. Note that Masonview hosts a grounds team as well as a whole fleet of maids.

Karen began to explore the upstairs. Her mind was quiet. There were 4 single beds, all with lavish bed sheets and wooden frame. 2 of the girls had obviously been living there beforehand as their areas of the room was adorned with posters and paraphernalia of their teenage hood. Each bed had a desk, complete with a power socket, a nightstand, a dresser and a privacy curtain, which was lacy and elegant. The house smelled like lavender.

Karen went to work setting her clothes away. She had the bed closest to the stairway. Her computer was up and running and she had decorated her desk with about 2 photo frames and a pop vinyl figure. Nothing extravagant. Her mind began to chatter. People were coming. Girls, aged 17 and 18 walking towards the room thinking about their dinner that night and whether or not the rice cooker was worth getting out of storage.

Karen knew this, of course, because she is a telepath.