Hilton High

My Roomates

To say that I was not expecting this was an understatement. Of course I knew it would be fancy looking and standard and posh but I didn't expect it to be up to this extent.

I stood in awe as I took in my surroundings.

All I could see was a large mass of green land mowed to perfection with ornamental trees yards apart and small bushes and flowers all cut neatly. Then, I spotted the gigantic building with the words 'Hilton High' boldly carved on the roof. I counted four other huge buildings beside it, probably the hostels.

I was becoming intimidated as the seconds counted. Like I did not belong here. But then my mind registered that it was my brains that got me here, not my level of influence. So I raised my chin high as I trotted the school yard.

A guide was assigned to me. She took my luggage from me, showed me around the school, took me to the administrative desk for my clearance and timetable, gave me directions and instructions, and handed me a pamphlet of the school's rules and regulations.

I skimmed through Article IV, rule 26. It stated, 'Physical violence is highly prohibited, and may lead to serious consequences such as expulsion.'

That one was not a problem for me. I wasn't a violent person. That is, unless you asked for it. I didn't ponder too much on it.

Article V, rule five stated: 'On no account should any student be caught outside school property. Every student must be within the school's vicinity wherever he or she may be called for at all times. If there is any need to leave the metropolis, an exeat pass should be obtained from the administrative desk. Failure to comply may lead to suspension, or in extreme cases, expulsion.'

Okayyyy?

It seemed everything here was done and organised systematically. I had to get adapted as soon as possible. It was going to be a tough one, but I was up for the task. I had a flair for trying new things, and this was on the top of my bucket list.

The guide, who was a lady in her, say forties, showed me to the girls' hostel.

I was freaking nervous. So nervous that I thought I would break down, but I chanted in my head that it was fine; twas okay.

I passed by a group of girls casually hanging out in the brightly lit corridor. The somewhat curious faces stared after me and began whispering incoherent words into each others ears. I turned away before they could meet my eyes and looked up to the door of what I presumed was my new room, with the numbers '16' boldly engraved on the top frame of the door.

To be honest I was not entirely thrilled at the idea of meeting my new bunkmates. I was aware of the fact that people tended to get territorial of their surroundings when they sensed a new inhabitant. I just hoped I wouldn't get the cold shoulder from my new bunkmates. Also, I was somewhat wary of the fact that I would be living with rich kids for the next months to come. I would be most grateful to God if they weren't the stereotypical spoilt, bratty kids.

I crossed my fingers behind my back, took a deep breath in and proceeded to open the door with my chin help up high.

I was going to do this.

I took in the room in two seconds. Noting the spacious uncovered space, four bedposts by each corner of the room with lamps by their sides, a medium sized wooden shelf containing books. By the left of the room, I spotted three laptops on a desk which contained books haphazardly splayed on it. A couch rested by the far edge. There were two doors on either side of the room two windows that accommodated a great deal of light into the room, some decorations, posters, pictures and petty objects here and there.

This room was bigger than my whole house put together.

Looking to the beds, I was met with three faces. They were in the middle of a conversation which halted as soon as they noticed my presence in the room. A head was tilted to the side in contemplation, sitting on the bed by the left, the other one looked confused, lying face up on the bed by the right, and the last one was... well hurdling towards me.