Sorry I haven't updated in a while, this ch. is extra long to make up for it... I hope you keep reading, cuz I finally figured out were the plots going on... ch 9... anyway, here you go :3

Throughout the rest of that class I talked to Matthew. We actually had a lot in common. We mainly chatted about our thoughts and feelings. I felt emotionally drained but it was a needed talk for both of us. We bonded over some silly things like both of us having the nick name of "polar bear" when we were younger and how our parents liked our other sibling more (in our opinion). Then we bonded over more important things like neither of us knowing our passion. So we ended up talking about things like no one noticing us or remembering our names. After our talk we felt much better about ourselves. It was odd how 45 minutes can change someone's perspective on life. Well, for a bit any way. Because next I went back to the dorm, and I went back to more or less normal.

I walked up to my room, fully intending on lying down on my bed and thinking/spacing out until it was dinner time. However, I had no such option. When I opened the door, I saw that Killi had already arrived. She was sitting on the end of her bed, furiously scribbling in a note book. She didn't look up when I opened the door, closed the door, sat down or even asked her what she was writing. She was in her own little Killi-note-book-scribbling-bubble. I laid down on my new comforter and began to inspect it, as I couldn't concentrate on a thought with he sound of pencil on paper. It was queen size blanket, but on my double size bed. I didn't like how it had so much overhang onto the floor. It was going to get dirty. I didn't particularly like dirt and dust, but who did?What I did like, however, was the colors on it. It was some sort of blue, purple and pink plaid, on top of a yellow green and orange background. It was complicated, and didn't match anything I owned, but I liked it because it kept my mind busy, also had no red in it.

I have this… not hatred exactly, a more of aversion to that color. Red just saddens me for some odd reason. Matthew mentioned that it was his favorite color, but I had to put that out of my head. Red was the color of blood and death and fire. None of which I like. It's also the color of passion and love. I have neither at the moment, and that makes me quite sad. So that's my reasoning…

Is she still writing? I can hear the scratchy sound still. Yup, still writing. What could be so important that she has to write so much of it down? I peeked over my shoulder at her. She had moved to sit in the opposite corner from me, in the upper right hand corner of her bed. She seemed to be writing slower, but with still as much concentration.

"Hey, Killi." I tried again. No response. I pouted, why isn't having a roommate as fun as I thought? We are supposed to be insta-friends! Hmmm. Maybe I'm boring… or not her type. Maybe she's mad at me for not going after her when that guy did. I still wanted to know whats up with him. He tried flirting with her because they had the same accent. Well, maybe it was more than the accent. I don't know.

She's still writing. Still. Writing. S.T.I.L.L. I check my watch, it says that it's almost 4. Two more hours until dinner. Hmmm. I roll over. I roll over again. I wish I had my old bed, it was much more comfortable. Well, maybe this one is just too comfortable. It's like all fluffy, like that stuffing for the polar bear. The tall guy's face flashed across my mind. Who was he exactly? Well besides "Berwald." I had seen him with a four or so other guys working together on something in history. They were all crowded around some old map on the floor, but I glanced over for a bit. He was tall. And I liked his eyes… I could go out with him. Carolyn! Mind-concentration. Keep it. Right. What was I thinking about? Oh yeah, she's still writing. I look over my shoulder again. Wait, no, she stopped writing.

"Hey, Killi?" I asked in my normally quiet voice.

"Hmmm? Uh, Yeah, Hey Carolyn." she said, she seemed to be off in her own world still. I'll just leave her alone for now then.

"Carolyn?" Killi said, making me jump from my thoughts to the present. Okay never mind. She had heard me.

"Yeah?"

"You know that guy-"

"The other Scottish one?"

"Yeah, Scott."

"Wait, his name's Scott, and he's from Scotland?"

"Yeah, Scott's a common name…" she said, but not with much confidence.

"Oh." I said, but I still think It's weird. Yet cool. I can't make up mind mind between the two feelings.

"Well anyway, he chased after me when I ran away that time."

"Mhmm. I saw that."

"And-and, well," I noticed she was blushing, "He kinda cornered me. That place is like a maze! I don't know how people are supposed to find anything."

"He cornered you?" that was suspicious… what if he's a serial killer? He had a look in his eyes… maybe. Okay, doubtfully. What was she saying now?

"Well, not cornered, no, not exactly…" she mumbled along, "more like I just hit a wall, and he was behind me, and I couldn't get past him and I was-"

"Cornered?" I'm fairly sure that's what she was describing, but she shook her head.

"Whatever. We started to talk, a bit, and well," her tone became serious, "He asked me out." I stared at her for a second

"And what did you say?"

"I said no." she said sarcastically, "No! Of course I said yes!" she said, and she almost seemed annoyed at me because I made her say it aloud. Her mood does seem to be all over the place, but-

"Isn't it great!" she said enthusiastically. Never mind, there is no "but" Her mood defiantly is wibbly-wobbly.

"Yeah, so what happened after you said yes?" She blushed and got quiet and mumbled something into the pillow she was clutching to her chest.

"What?"

"Well, we mnhmadmmmnnt" I count understand a word she said. Was this what it was like for other people when I don't speak loud enough? Probably. I should work on that.

"What?" I asked, exasperated.

"We made out!" she quickly yelled, then hid her face again when she realized how loud her voice was. Though, I doubt anyone heard that through these super thick walls… okay they were regular walls, but still.

"So…was he your first kiss?" I asked.

"What? No? How old do you think I am?"

"Fifteen?" I asked, unsure. I had no idea how anyone here was because all the grades were clumped together doing the same work.

"Ha! I'm seventeen, going to be eighteen in june." she said it as if I should have known when her birthday was. I restrained my self from rolling my eyes.

"Oh, well I'm fifteen." I stated

"So you haven't?" she inquired with a sly smile.

I looked at her with questioning eyes. I hated when people assume I know what they're talking about. Mainly because I usually loose track of the real topic due to my thoughts rambling off on their own.

"Haven't kissed anyone." she specified.

"Oh, no." If only… I sighed.

"Well don't worry! There are a lot of fish in the sea!" She said, then went back to her note book. That whole "fish in the sea" thing was ridiculous. I rolled over to face the wall, and crossed my arms. There are way too many people on this planet, but they run in their own little circles. It's like how our neighbor from my old house has a brother in Russia. That brother is next door neighbors with the cousin of the guy across the street from my house. It's all connected, and "the one" might not be in one of my loops… I could be alone forever.

BAM.

"Hey!" Jordanne's voice called into the room. Well there goes my thought process…

"Hello." I replied to the energetic girl in the door way. I didn't turn to face her though.

"What? Are you getting all sad again? I told your about that study-"

"Yes, the study about how people who are focused on a task are happier than people lost in thought or not concentrated on something. I remember." She has told me about that study many times. I still can't stop myself from zoning out and thinking, even when I know how sad it makes me. Maybe I need to be sad sometimes?

"Well, come on! Get up!" I paused then rolled over. I didn't want her trying to drag me out of bed… that has ended badly more than once. I saw Faith in the doorway, and Jordanne beside my bed with her hands on her hips giving me a motherly glare. Faith was plain old glaring at me, and Madeline was hovering around behind Faith avoiding eye contact. She really didi have a lot in common with Mattie. Did I just call him Mattie? Matthew. His name is Matthew. Why did their parents give them such similar names? I groaned.

"Hey it's not that hard to stand up is it?" I shook my head, and stood up. She smiled way to brightly at me and I felt that sunglasses were required. Too bad I didn't have any...

"There's an announcement thing-a-migigy going on in the center of the buildings place."

"I love how specify you are about these things." I muttered, remembering my capability at sarcasm.

She just raised an eyebrow, and grabbed my wrist to pull me down the stairs. I wasn't feeling the whole "running" thing today. That train of though about me never having a boyfriend and being alone forever just wrecked my next hour or so of life. I'll be fine in an hour. My mom says I'm resilient. I think I'm just good at acting. Either way I felt better when I was outside in the crowd and saw Matthew. He just brightens my spirt just by being next to me. Then the teacher in Roman armor walked up onto a small podium and cleared his throat.