Escaping the Labyrinth
13 days before
Room 37. Again. Luckiest damn girl on the planet. Room 37 was the best situated room in the dorm circle. The back window pointed out to the soccer fields and was at an angle where the Eagle couldn't spot it. Come to think of it, I still don't know his real name, though I'm sure I've heard it before. Too bad. Senior year was going to rock. I'd done my applications over the summer (for rolling admissions, of course) and all ready sent them in. So I had no more worries about that.
I unpacked my boxes of books, which every self respecting Creek student had at least two of (boxes not books) and put them on my shelves above the desk. Most of them consisted of books on Ancient Egypt, which interested me almost to an obsession. I loved history, and for that reason, I loved Dr. Hyde. I even elected to take one of his elective courses. Scary thought, I know. This year, however, I had finally convinced the Dean of Academics to let me do an independent study on my favorite subject in addition to the electives and all my other classes. Tripling up on history, another scary thought.
No sooner had I finished unpacking my boxes, than the Eagle stopped by with my schedule. I looked down. First and second period: nada, which meant I didn't have class until nearly ten in the morning. Also known as the semi-Garfield schedule. This was great news for me, because I hated the day, and preferred to sleep all day and be awake all night. Didn't usually work except on the weekends, but I could stay up later and sleep in with this kick-ass schedule.
After everything was sorted out I headed down to lunch. It was excellent: there was the ever popular crispito, which according to "The Biography of Alaska Young" was originally called a fried burrito before a bufriedo. Aside from Mara, Daughter of the Nile, that is possibly one of the best books ever. Alaska was a school hero for many reasons, and from all the legends was near perfect. I knew too much about how people personify certain people before, and especially after, death to fall for it. It's all in history, it's all in how Louis XIV is now known, as the Sun King, instead of the man who set his country up for ruin. But hey, there goes another tangent.