A girl the age of 16 fell onto her new bed breathless. It was silly she knew, but still, she didn't like to waste time unpacking, and as a result, she ended up tiring herself out all the time. She sighed once she had gotten her breath back.
She then looked at her new dorm room. It had a desk which had piles of ink and paper, books, pencils, pens... etc. On another side of the dorm they're was a bed across from hers that had black curtains hanging down from it. It made her shiver, it reminded her of the rain in a thunder storm.
Not that she always felt this way about the rain when it was lighting outside, it just sometimes made her feel sick that's all. She then pulled herself off her bed and walked over to her desk and got a black notepad and a pencil, a pencil sharperner, and a HUGE eraser.
She then walked out of her dorm; her mission, find a place were she could spend the rest of the year at, alone, next, to make a quick map of the school. She walked along the halls making a map of the school as she went, she then took a seat at a table when she reached the cafatera.
She then fliped the page and got started on a new one. But this time she was writing a poem. She loved to write, read and write actully. She could write a poem in only 5 mintunes and if you read it, it would surely make you cry.
She closed her notebook, tried of writing, and then stared blankly at the table. For some reason, she had a feeling that it was going to be a long year.
