Teen Ink

Strange

We were escorted to our rooms by the older children, up the staircase we had seen earlier which led to a much bigger corridor. This one equally as dark and equally as ugly but at least you could move without bumping into someone. There was a grand staircase at the end of the hall which led to yet another grandeous corridor.
"I'm going to get lost in here." Someone whispered.
After many twists and turns and several what I felt was a little bit of back-tracking we entered the students quarters. Much brighter then the rest of the school, the student quarters almost made my eyes burn. The large four walled room was as tall as it was wide. Various couches and chairs, all of which mismatched in design, lay sprawled over the room. Tables were set up for what looked like studying. The carpet was maroon and spotted in various stains.
"Ladies, we are this way." An older girl student said and pointed to a door on the left side of the room.
We followed her and the other older girls. I tried to count how many of us we were but being my height all I saw was the back of the persons head in front of me.
The various rooms in this hallway had names engraved with a plaque on the door. At the end of the hall was a bathroom that I assumed had our showers in them as well. I walked past the girls looking at the names on the doors and found mine toward the middle of the hall. I looked at my roomate and to my dismay it was exactly who I didn't want.
"I figured we would be roomies." Angie said, coming up behind me.
"How?" I asked turning to her.
She shrugged, her bony shoulders showing through her shirt.
I walk in to our room with two large four poster beds, a window overlooking the courtyard oustide the manor, and a wardrobe for clothes. My suitcase and Angies lay on the floor. I pick mine up and pick the bed furthest from the door. I feel Angies eyes on me but choose to ignore her.
A bell rings, loud and clanging and from the rush outside I know it's dinner time now.
Angie is still staring when I turn around and continues to stare when I meet her eyes.
"What?" I cry.
"You don't want to be here."
I blink. "So?"
Angie frowns. "It's just, strange to me."
"You should talk." I say, feeling slightly offended. "You are the definition of strange." I know this is the part where I make a dramatic exit, slamming the door behind me, but I can't bring myself to do it. She helped me throught the woods after all.
"Sorry." I say. "I didn't mean it."
"Yes you did." Angie scoffs. "Youre a terrible liar Brevies. Its alright to say what you think." At that she turned on her heels and walked out.
I stay there, stunned for a minute then follow the rest of the girls toward dinner.