Chapter 2

River watched him go, then quickly turned and eased the door to her room open. She peered inside, but the lights were off and she couldn't see anything.

She stepped through, pulling her bag behind her, and quickly shut the door, fumbling for a light switch.

Her fingers finally found one, and she flicked it on, blinking at the bright light that filled the room. It was rather small, with two beds, one of them already occupied.

"What the hell is going on?" asked the other person irritably, not moving from her cocoon of blankets. River blinked, surprised at the voice. It almost sounded like the person was singing, her voice was that high and sweet.

"I'm your new roommate," she said timidly. There was no response for a second, then the girl finally spoke again.

"There isn't any storage or anything, so you'll have to keep your things in your bag. Mine's under my bed. The bathroom is the door next to us, on the right."

River waited for something else, but the lump didn't speak again. Feeling awkward, she dumped her bag on her bed and hurriedly pulled out her pajamas, then flew out the door, turning off the light behind her.

The bathroom was also small, but it had a separate tub and shower, which was nice. There was nothing of her roommate's, which was also nice. River hated slobs. Simon had often told her that she had OCD.

She quickly got dressed and brushed her teeth, then almost sprinted out the door and back into her room, not turning on the light this time.

She pulled her bag off of the bed, and laid down, right on top of her hairbrush. She let out a yelp of pain and pulled it out from under her, chucking it across the room.

A burst of hysterical laughter reminded her that she had a roommate now, and she pulled the covers over her head, feeling mortified.

Great first impression, she thought bitterly to herself, your roommate must think that you're a nutcase.

She was deliberating about whether or not to apologize to her roommate now or in the morning when she fell asleep.