Spencer stood outside by the bus stop, the freezing New England air enveloping her, he three suitcases on the ground next to her. There were several other kids in the same predicament, all in Harper Academy uniform, two of which were her siblings, Glen and Clay.
"What time is it supposed to get here? We've been waiting for like, an hour." whined Glen.
"Shut up Glen, we've only been here 15 minutes. It's supposed to get her any minute." Clay replied.
"Can you two just stop talking for 5 minutes? Or at least stop complaining?" Spencer said, annoyed.
"Hey, I'm not the one complaining…" Clay retorted.
"Just shut up, both of you." Spencer then walked to the other side of the bus waiting area and pulled out her ipod and started listening. It was going to be a long year…
It was early January and the three Carlins had transferred out of catholic boarding school after their parents had gotten divorced, but they still wanted to stay away from home. They were all angry about starting a new school half way through the year, but it was bound to be better than their old school, where the mother had been the principle.
"Here you go Ms. Carlin… your room number is 213 and your roommate should already be there!" A nice woman in a bright blue blouse said as she handed Spencer a key.
"Thank you." Spencer replied and then walked out, back into the icey frost outside,
"And for you, Glen, you will be room 410 and Clay, you will be room 415. Both of your roommates might be there, but they're probably at football practice."
"Thanks!" the two Carlin boys muttered as they zipped up their coats and scurried out into the cold.
Spencer's room was a good size. Her roommate obviously had a lot of things, but she kept them in her own space, so it was ok. Where was her roommate anyways?
"Hey, I'm Amber, your roommate," said a girl a little taller than her with jet black hair.
"Hi, I'm Spencer, nice to meet you."
"So… you're from Ohio?"
"Yeah… where are you from?"
"Boston… about an hour north from here."
"Oh, cool."
"Yep…"
"So, I was wondering… why didn't you have a roommate until half way through the year?"
"Oh, I did… but wanted to go to a school closer to her home… she was from Denmark."
"Oh… wow, ha."
"Yeah… I don't know why she was even here."
"Yeah, ha"
They talked like that for a few hours, laughing, making jokes, and Amber showed Spencer a yearbook, giving her the scoop on everyone there.
Clay and Glen were sitting at a picnic table eating chips.
"So, how's your roommate?" Clay asked his brother.
"He's pretty cool. His name is Aiden. He likes sports and music and stuff. What about yours?"
"He's awesome… his name is Taylor… he has like a 4.2 gpa or something AND he plays three sports a year."
"You seriously asked him what his gpa was? Loser."
"Shut up. At least I know more than 'he likes sports and music and stuff.' And besides, grades are important to me. You probably asked Aiden what sports he plays, I asked Taylor how his grades were. Shoot me."
"Woah dude, chill out. I'm going to go talk to the football coach and see if I can join this late. Talk to you later."
"Later."
