I stood outside of my dorm and sighed. The rusted metal numbers 498 were nailed loosely onto the worn oak door. Touching the broken door handle, I ran my fingers over the scratches and dents on the lock. I didn't exactly understand what had happened to this room, but I knew that since they put me here it wasn't anything good.

I glanced over my shoulder at the rest of the East Wing's pink hallway. Other girls peak their heads around their doors to watch me. As soon as they see me look at them, they retreat back into their rooms.

I looked back at my door, repositioning the book-bag on my shoulder. I stood still for a minute, listening to their whispers. They said things like, Oh look, it's the new girl, the one who got a "scholarship", or, Wow, I can't believe she's allowed to be here, but mostly what I heard was, At least she got room 498; it's the only one she deserves.

I shrugged off their words and pushed open the unlocked door, seeing my dorm for the first time. The room was a dirty, cramped mess. Things were strewn across the floor, and there was way too much furniture. Three large grime covered windows were placed along the red wall across from me, letting in a little light. I could see clearly that there was one large four-poster bed positioned neatly in the corner.

The room itself was relatively big, but with all the useless junk it seemed smaller. Then to top it off, there was a huge layer of dust and cobwebs covering everything. I sneezed because of all the dust in the air.

"I should probably clean up a bit," I say wiping my nose. "This is going to be a long day."

Just as I said that, a loud bell rang from across the courtyard. I walked over to my window and dragged my hand across its disgusting surface, giving myself a little patch to see through. I saw everyone as they flooded towards the dining hall.

There was a creak behind me, and then a light voice said, "Better hurry up, dinner is going begin soon."

I whipped my head around to see a girl in a pink tee and white skinny jeans leaning against my doorframe. She had perfectly done pink hair and a red school ID was hanging out of her pocket. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she chewed a piece of bubblegum with a smile.

She whistled and said sarcastically, "Quite a room you got here."

I picked my way through the junk, trying to get over to her, throwing stuff to the side. I gripped my book bag tightly, trying to keep it clean. "Yeah, sure is. And all mine to clean up."

I kicked a final piece of furniture and got out of the mess. Wiping my dust covered hands on my shirt.

She smiled and sweetly said, "Oh, I'm being rude. Allow me to introduce myself. Hi, I'm Bonnibel, but you can call me Bubblegum."

"Bubblegum? Whats up with the nickname?"

She shrugged and pointed to her hot-pink hair, blowing a large pink bubble. "I have no idea," she joked.

I laughed and said. "Well, nice to meet you Bubblegum. I'm Fionna "

She laughed, "Oh, I know. All the girls on this floor of the dorm know who you are. You're the girl who got in for free and the one who got stuck in the haunted room."

I froze and I gulped, "Haunted room?"

She went pale and quickly waved it off. "We better hurry up and get out of here. Dinner is about to start and Mr. Petrikov gets really mad at people who are late for dinner."

"Uh, alright. Lead the way."

She let out a gasp, "You're going in that?"

I looked down at my green t-shirt and white jeans. They were now covered in large gray stains from the dust and grime of this room.

I smiled embarrassed and said, "Oh, just let me change."