"Your room is right here," said Roger, directing to the door in front of him. I went ahead and opened the door. "If you have any questions or concerns about your room, please come to my office," he said before taking his leave.

I entered my new room. It was pretty big with two twin beds on opposite sides of the room. One bed was blue, neatly made, and empty. I assumed that it was my bed since it looked like it hadn't been used in months. The other bed was pink, occupied with a closed laptop and a sketchbook. Her desk was filled with a mixture of drawings and assignments, along with textbooks. All my desk had was a lamp. I also noticed that our desks had a cabinet and a drawer to the side. "Good. I can store my books in there," I thought.

Today was pretty exhausting so I plopped myself on my smooth, and comfy bed, with my arms currently hugging my book- yes my book. It was Nancy Drew book, one in thirteen of the Nancy Drew books that I own. I tucked myself under the covers and kicked my shoes off my feet and carelessly on the floor where it tumbled a few feet away from my bed. I was too tired to care if they were out of my reach. With a lot of things on my mind, I quickly fell into a quiet, and comfortable slumber.

I was recently registered into Wammy's House of Gifted Children, if you haven't deduced it yet. My parents were killed in a car bombing, which was probably bound to happen since they were both police officers. I honestly think it was my fault. They were going to quit their jobs until I persuaded them not to. Since I was an orphan, I was invited to Wammy's orphanage because of my high grades, my IQ and for getting the most A.R. [Accelerated Reader] points in my old school- but they invited me mostly because of my A.R. points.

You see, I am a huge bookworm and I am finally admitting it. I read books in my spare time and manage to finish at least one book everyday before moving on to the next one I find interesting. It might make me sound like I'm anti-social, but it doesn't bother me one bit. Sure I didn't have as many friends and would often get bullied by older kids, but I was used to it and learned to deal with it.

I would spend at least 6 hours a week at the library. Some people would mistaken me as the librarian but with my glasses on and my hair tied up, I wouldn't blame them and would get mistaken a lot, which I was used to. The librarian would always welcome me with a warm smile, which I really enjoyed, and I was known by the staff so they would say hi once in a while. It was one thing that I would miss while living in England.

So have I bored you with my short auto-biography, yet? Your still here? AND your awake? Well that's good! I'm glad one person can read about my boring life and stay awake. I guess I'll shut up about my boring past and get ahead with the boring present.

I woke up about an hour or so later to the sound of a bell chiming though the ceiling speakers. According to Roger, there are 5 bells that chime everyday.

The first bell that rings at 8:00 am indicates that breakfast is being served. The second bell that rings at 9:00 am indicates that classes have started. The third bell that rings at 12:00 pm indicates that we are released for a for a 45 minute lunch break before starting afternoon classes. The fourth bell that rings at 3:00 pm indicates that classes are over and that we are released for the day. And the final bell that rings at 6:00 pm indicates that dinner is being served.

"It seems like a lot to remember, but you'll learn to get used to it in due time," Roger said while giving me the rules such as curfew and such. I think that it is a very fancy orphanage and I doubt that anyone would disagree with me.

It was 3:00 right now, obviously in the afternoon. "Looks like my roommate will be here any minute now." I mumbled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I got up and moved my shoes towards my nightstand,a nd opened my suitcase, unpacking my clothes. I sorted them out by category in my dresser; shorts with shorts, pajamas with pajamas, etc.

In the middle of unpacking, my door to my room opened, revealing a young girl wearing a sweater and jeans, carrying a book in one hand and a folder in the other. She looked to be about 12 or so. Her jet-black hair was neatly tied back in a single pony-tail, and wore a small bobby pin to keep some hair out of her face. "I'll join you later. I have some homework I need to complete!" the girl called out to someone before closing the door and turning around. She jumped slightly startled to see me there unpacking my stuff.

"Um… Oh!" she said, setting her things down on her bed. "You're my new roommate!" she said, clasping her hands together and smiling, revealing her clean, practically glowing teeth. "I've been expecting you, but Roger said you would arrive tomorrow. Oh well. I'm Linda!" she said, holding out her hand for me to shake.

I took it, hesitantly at first. "Um, I'm Reese." I muttered, slightly embarrassed about the way my name sounds. I've heard a lot of my friends talk about how much my name sounds more suited for a boy.

"Reese, huh? That's a neat name! Welcome to Wammy's!" she said, cheerfully. "You'll like it here!" She still kept her jolly grin on her face.

"I'm sure I will." I said, smiling back.