Disclaimer: See Chapter One. The same still applies.
The chauffeur drove her right up to the door. Mentally groaning (this was so not cool), she thanked the chauffeur and got out of the limo, then stepped through the door and into the school. She strode up to the woman at the desk.
"Rachel Elizabeth Dare," she stated, introducing herself. "I'm a new pupil."
"Let's see," said the woman at the desk in a formal tone. "Yes. Here we are. Your dorm will be Room A346. I believe there is already one resident of that dorm. Here is a schedule and a map. Your lessons will begin tomorrow. Enjoy your day."
"Thank you, Ms., ah…." Rachel replied.
"Miss Williams," the woman answered in a much friendlier tone of voice. "People rarely ask my name. They think I'm not important. Thank you."
"I'm glad to have made somebody happier," Rachel told her. She walked away from her desk and studied her map. Room A346 was on the third floor of the main dorm building. She navigated her way through the corridors, and eventually found her room.
On entering, she stopped, stunned. An entire half of the room was completely covered in pink. Surely there was no way that anyone could fit that much pink into such a small space. While she was staring at the sight, a slender brunette, about five foot tall with blue eyes and pale skin, entered the room from a small bathroom suite off to the side.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my dorm room?" the brunette asked.
"I'm Rachel Elizabeth Dare, and according to the woman at the reception desk, I'm your new dorm mate," she answered, grateful that the question had not brought out the Oracle. She continued. "Who are you?"
"I'm Naomi Daniels," the brunette replied harshly. "If you're going to be my dorm mate, remember a few rules. Don't touch my stuff without asking, don't lock me out, don't claim to be prettier than me, and don't under any circumstances talk back to me."
"I'll remember as long as you respect me in a similar way," Rachel told her. Great, she thought to herself. I just have to get the room with the obsessive, self-centred control freak. Naomi glared at her and went back into her bathroom. She set her belongings down on the non-pink bed, and noticed a small unlocked locker set into the wall. She opened it and discovered it was empty. This is good, she thought. She placed her valuables, her art equipment, and those possessions that might embarrass her into the locker, changed the opening code, and locked the locker, and examined her schedule. On her schedule, she had Maths, English, French, Greek Mythology, Etiquette And Social Skills, Riding, and Archery. It had taken a lot of persuasion to get her father to let her study Greek Mythology instead of Textiles. She was glad for it- it would be a highlight in her day, and extremely useful in her circumstances (not that her father knew that, of course). She placed her clothes into her new wardrobe, and then opened the locker again and put in her school stationery. After she had finished unpacking, she took her pyjamas out of the wardrobe, got changed in a second bathroom off her side of the room, set an alarm, and went to bed, wondering what the new dawn would bring.