bad girls

6

Clary

A lady, maybe on her 40s, recieves me with a wide smile. I just blink at every word she says. She just says a whole rehearsed sentence and tells me my room number. She says there will be a meeting for all of us at 7.

"Don't be late, you can unpack while you wait, and meet your new friends." She smiles again. My new friends? A room... With more people? That totally sucks.

"Thanks." I try to be nice to cause a good impression. Just maybe, I can get out of here before August. I can't risk the chance, so I have to be nice.

Clary, be nice.

I walk up the path full of trees on the side. I check the first dorm; number 65. The second one; number 76.

The lady told me it was up here. I look to my right side. My dorm, number 69. The smell to salt from the sea suddenly fills my nostrils. I know it's a cold beach, but I love the beach.

I focus again and open the door to the dorm. A redheaded (Oh, a redhead. Satan's work.) girl is laying in one of the individual beds. She looks about my age, but she looks like she is a few inches shorter than me.

"Um, hi?" I call out.

She takes off her headphones and smiles at me. She has an amazing dental toothpaste commercial smile and gorgeous green eyes. She must get the idea of why I'm in this dorm and gestures me to enter. I throw all my things in the individual sized bed opposite to the girl's.

"Hi. You must be one of the roommates. I'm Melany White. Nice to meet you." She is so awfully nice it makes me sick. Ugh, I hate sympathetic people so much. I certainly hope the other bunch of idiots aren't all nice and charming. I'd kill myself.

I try to copy her charming smile and smile back at her. "I'm Clary, Clary Williams. Nice to meet you too." I say as fakely as I can. She smiles and goes back to whatever she was doing.