►★☼☽Time is a powerful concept...
Darcy walks quietly down the hall, in search for her new dorm. She was excited to meet her new roommates. When she found her room, she eagerly opened the door and walked into the middle of the dorm. She looks around to find nobody. She shrugs.
They'll get here eventually. She picks up her suitcase and sets it down on one of the beds.
"I will unpack later." Her English accent bounced through her head. She was different, she knew that. She started to think about what her roommates were going to be like, if she'd make any friends at all. She plops down onto the couch, resting her head on her bag. She places her wrist, palm up on her forehead and stares at the ceiling. It was nice to rest for a moment. Inhaling deeply, she pushes herself up and carries her luggage over to the empty closets. She had not packed much with her. She hangs up all her clothes; it did not even take up half the closet. She made a mental note of going shopping later. She stored her bag on the top shelf and shut the closet doors. She collapses onto the couch once more.
►★☼☽...But it cannot slow me down.
