Claire's point of view
Where the hell was I meant to stay in this hell hole? I was definitely not staying on campus; all the boys seemed to be jocks and to be blunt, complete idiots. The girls were like pack animals travelling around giggling like hyenas and being generally irritating. I saw a coffee shop "Common Grounds" it was called. My god! Could this day get any worse, a coffee shop, really? I pulled my car up beside the pavement climbed out and stomped into the shop.
Oliver's point of view
I heard the door open and felt the warm blast of air. I didn't take much notice, people walked in and out at all times during the day. Until I heard her talk, her voice was unfamiliar and she spoke with confidence as she boldly said "excuse me". At this point I turned around. She was young around 17 and had long curly brown hair, she wore tight skinny jeans, knee high heeled boots, a red tank top and a leather jacket, her lips were painted blood red and her eyes dramatically lined with black. I replied with a simple "yes" wondering who she was. She then asked if there was anywhere she could stay at for a while. I told her that the only place I could think of would be the Glass House, and reluctantly gave her directions. She then sauntered off with a cocky air about her. I instantly set of to find Amelia.
Claire's point of view
Bleurgh! I already hated this town and I hadn't even been here for 1 day yet. I walked to my car climbed in and started the engine. I turned up the radio and followed the directions that the old hippie guy from the coffee shop had given me. I pulled up next to the large house, stopped the car, and walked up to the door, I knocked loudly, I couldn't wait to see what "pleasures" this house held for me.
Shane's point of view
There was a loud abrupt knock on the door. I paused my zombie game and dragged myself to my feet. Couldn't a guy get 10 minutes zombie shooting time around here? I opened the door and a girl, a hot girl stood on the step. I just stared. Who was she? She waved her hand in front of my face, and I realised that I had been staring for a while now. She sighed and said "some guy said you had a room I could rent for a while?" I stammered back "Erm, yes but you would have to talk to Michael, he owns the place"
"Oh, okay do you know when he would be back?"
"Sometime soon"
"Well are you going to invite me in, or carry on drooling all over my boots?"
"Come in" I said back to her in a state of bewilderment. As if she said that to me! As if I behaved that way, I normally had girls drooling on my shoes within 10 seconds. She rolled her eyes and pushed past me in to the house.