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Védö's Day of Torture

    Yeah. You can probably expect what was going through my head. I have to stay with that little son of a wait I should keep this family friendly since you guys can use this against me... well, I wasn't that happy. 

    But I still smiled and said "Thank you, sir. I should go put my stuff away." I looked back at Belle and saw her trying not to laugh. She smirked at me, as if to say this is going to be hilarious. I wanted to wipe that smirk off her face, but I just smiled and told her that I'd be back in a minute. With that, I turned on my heal and walked out of the room, headed towards the first boys' dorm building. 

    I didn't get lost, but it still took a while to find my way there. By the time I did, the early birds were out of their rooms and giving me weird looks. I looked down a realized I was still basically in gray sweats. I hadn't even thought about it since I was in this outfit for about 8 years. It never got dirty and it would just repair any rips and tears that it got. (Which came in handy with how often I would get hit when teaching Belle control.) 

    I went up to the third floor to room 16 and knocked. A tired voice said "Just a sec" and footsteps came towards the door. When it opened, Peter appeared with messy hair and rumpled pj's. He looked at me with confusion. "Who're you?" His voice dripped with the sleep he had just risen from.

    "I'm your new roommate. I'm a medical aid for Belle James." 

    "Medical aid? Why does she need a medical aid? Did she really fall that hard?" He was immediately more awake. 

    "Fall? Oh, yeah! I mean, no she didn't fall that hard. Her head is fine, she just needed rest. But she has an old wound that flares up sometimes. She needs an aid with her at all times." 

    He sighed, obviously relieved. "Okay. Come on in." He stepped to the side to allow me room to enter. I looked around the room after I had stepped in. 

    Peter had obviously made this room his own in the absence of a roommate. His clothes were strewn across the floor and his school supplies were littered among them. The spare bed was still made up with his backpack on top of it. 

    He stood awkwardly for a moment, looking around. "Yeah, I haven't been in here much the past few days. So, not much time to keep it tidy." 

   He laughed stiffly and tried to kick a pair of boxers behind him. I tried my best not to show how grossed out I was. 

    "Why haven't you been here much?" 

    "Oh, I'm running a club that raises money for the homeless shelter in the town nearby." 

    Yeah. This guy was obviously some mass-murderer that probably ate the souls of children. I mean, come on. 

    I forced a smile. " That's great. A noble cause." I walked over to the spare bed and tossed my bag onto it. Peter stood by for a moment, looking uncomfortable, then he shrugged and grabbed some clothes from his trunk then went into the walk-in closet to change. 

    I pulled out a simple outfit, just a gray button-up, a dark blue sweater vest, a black tie, and some black jeans with a pair of black dress shoes. I enjoy looking classy. Those eight years only being able to wear gray sweats were torture. 

    I changed quickly and combed my hair a bit, then unpacked my things into some of the empty drawers. Just then, Peter came out in his uniform. He was finishing buttoning up the shirt and slipping on some shoes at the same time.  

    I gave him a short smile, then turned and walked out the door. Belle had left the nurse's office and was waiting for me in the courtyard. Her hair had been pulled back into a pony tail, her uniform slightly wrinkled. She was leaned against a tree, arms folded, the only movement coming from her the rise and fall of her chest. Her P.D. was in the form of a black sweater, as per usual. It was hard to tell because of the large sunglasses, but I assumed she was staring off to the distance, lost in thought.