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Gunter’s View High School was a highly ranked private school in the state of Virginia. Located in the city of Richmond, it never failed to exceed the expectations of the School Board and citizens alike. The average SAT scores was1325 and more than 75% of its students went on to higher education. Needless to say, most of the parents in Virginia wanted their child at Gunter’s. The school’s physical form was astounding. In the front of the school, there was a path of cement that led to the front door. The remaining front of the school was divided into two parts by the path. Each side had incredibly green grass with trees sprinkled about the courtyard. A fountain was placed in the middle of each section with shrubbery surrounding it on three of its four sides. A driveway for buses was made of gravel in the shape of a semi-circle to allow the buses to flow smoothly to and from school. At the end of the path lied the grandest door of all, the twin doors lined with glass panes and angel statues above the doors. The angels held a horn and faced each other in the fashion that made each statue look generic. It was no surprise that when Amber and Jasmine stepped of the bus, there was no doubt in their minds that their parents hated them even more than they knew to send them here. As they pulled their suitcases down the path, each girl tried as hard as they could to not look at the happy teenagers scampering about the courtyard playing various sports or sitting in the luscious grass talking to one another. When they finally reached the door, each girl had strong desires to vomit on that very spot at which they stood. Mary opened the door and wanted very much to never have touched the glass doorknob at all. The inside of the school was indeed a grand design. Large stairways led to a balcony with a hallway that seemed to lead to the dorm rooms. Underneath the balcony, there were six silver fountains that were obviously the center of attention. Lights were located directly above them and below them, which made the fountains seem even more glorious than they were. Two long red rugs led to a desk, which seemed to be the information desk. There were two boys sitting at desk in buttoned up polo shirts staring off into space. Amber and Jasmine walked up to the desk together. “Is this where we get our schedules?” Amber asked one of the boys. “Name please.” He replied in a monotone voice almost as if he was a robot. “My name is Amber Taylor.” Amber said. The boy looked at his computer and typed her name into the database. “Yes. I see you here. Your dorm room is number 103 and here’s your schedule.” He said as he handed Amber her schedule. Amber snatched the paper from him and turned to Jasmine who was just getting her schedule from the other boy. “What’s your dorm number?” Amber asked Jasmine. “107.” Jasmine replied. “I was hoping we’d have the same dorm.” “Yeah. Me too.” Amber replied smiling. Amber turned back around to the front desk. “Is there a chance we could change dorm rooms?” she said. “To change your dorm room, you must have the roommates and the dean’s consent.” The boy at the front desk replied still speaking in a monotone voice. Amber hung her head. “So in other words, we can’t change dorms.” Amber thought frowning. Jasmine guessed her friend’s thought. “Come on.” She said in an effort to cheer her friend up. “Maybe the dorm’s are close to each other.” “Mkay.” Amber mumbled. “They’re probably on different floors with my luck.” She thought, but tried to push the idea out of her head as she and Jasmine walked up the stairs to the long hallway with the dorms.