Angela hesitated for a moment, then walked in.
The Professor looked up, "Hello. You must be Angela. I'm Dr. Charles Xavier."
"Hi."
He pulled an envelope from a cabinet, "This is your schedule, locker number, and your dorm room." He looked down at a clipboard on his lap; "You'll be rooming with Kitty. I hope you two will get along. It was a pleasure meeting you, Angela. If you have any problems, you can come straight to me. Goodbye."
"Bye." She walked outside; 'He seemed okay.' Angela looked in the envelope and pulled out a slip, "234 West Wing." She looked down the hallway at a group of teenagers, 'Should I ask them for directions?' she wondered. After careful consideration, she decided against it, 'After all, how hard can it be to find the West Wing?' Half an hour later, "Excuse me. Where can I find the West Wing?" She asked a woman with red hair.
The woman smiled, "You must be new here. I'm Jean Gray. The West Wing is over that way." She said pointing to a large brick building with the words "West Wing" inscribed on a brass plate.
Angela flushed, "Thank you." Angela arrived at the room and stood listening to two people giggling inside. 'Maybe there's been some mistake.' She knocked and pushed it open, "Um, hi. I'm Angela. I'm supposed to be rooming here with Kitty."
The two girls sitting on the beds looked at her, "I'm Kitty." Said one finally.
The one with the darker hair added, "And I'm Rogue. I don't room here." Then, to Kitty, "I've gotta go anyway. Bye!"
With that, she edged out past Angela. An awkward silence descended on the room.
The Professor looked up, "Hello. You must be Angela. I'm Dr. Charles Xavier."
"Hi."
He pulled an envelope from a cabinet, "This is your schedule, locker number, and your dorm room." He looked down at a clipboard on his lap; "You'll be rooming with Kitty. I hope you two will get along. It was a pleasure meeting you, Angela. If you have any problems, you can come straight to me. Goodbye."
"Bye." She walked outside; 'He seemed okay.' Angela looked in the envelope and pulled out a slip, "234 West Wing." She looked down the hallway at a group of teenagers, 'Should I ask them for directions?' she wondered. After careful consideration, she decided against it, 'After all, how hard can it be to find the West Wing?' Half an hour later, "Excuse me. Where can I find the West Wing?" She asked a woman with red hair.
The woman smiled, "You must be new here. I'm Jean Gray. The West Wing is over that way." She said pointing to a large brick building with the words "West Wing" inscribed on a brass plate.
Angela flushed, "Thank you." Angela arrived at the room and stood listening to two people giggling inside. 'Maybe there's been some mistake.' She knocked and pushed it open, "Um, hi. I'm Angela. I'm supposed to be rooming here with Kitty."
The two girls sitting on the beds looked at her, "I'm Kitty." Said one finally.
The one with the darker hair added, "And I'm Rogue. I don't room here." Then, to Kitty, "I've gotta go anyway. Bye!"
With that, she edged out past Angela. An awkward silence descended on the room.