"Mom, just quit worrying about me! I'll be fiiiiine!" I whined in my phone.
"Well, how can you expect me not to worry about a trouble maker like you? Remember what happened at Camp Wakada?"
"Ugh! That was seven years ago! I'm hanging up!"
"WAI-"CLICK!
After hitting the "end" button on my phone, I let out a sigh and slip it into my pocket. Then, I lifted my eyes up to something that was more important and troublesome than my anxious mother. It was the Nagasaki Dormitory and on the fifth floor of it is where my home will be for at least the year.
This is it. Oh god. How did I make it into Hope's College, again? It's supposed to be one of the top schools in the country but somehow someone like me with a brain the size of a walnut was able to get in. Oh right, it's because of that small little talent I posses, but I'd rather forget all about it. Besides, I have more important things to think about.
Like, how to organize my class schedule, trying to find some people to hang with, and HOW TO GET ALL THIS STUFF TO THE FIFTH FLOOR!
Seriously, I've got enough full suitcases to fit seven dead bodies and I just happened to get assigned to the top floor of the only dormitory that doesn't have an elevator. Hmmm... maybe if I make a-NO. STOP. THAT WILL DRAW TOO MUCH ATTENTION.
...
Guess I'll have to hike up the stairs with these one by one and pray I don't fall on the way up.
Choosing up the heaviest out of the much, I begin my descent on the rigorous steep stairs. However, I immediately hit a roadblock right before I make it to the first step.
"IT'S TOO HEAVY!" I screamed.
How was my father able to even put this in the car? What did I put in this suitcase again? Oh, wait. It's those things, but that beside the point. It's impossible. Absolutely impossible to get this case up there! It's
"Hey, do you need some help?"
Hmm?
Turning my head to the voice, I lay my eyes upon two guys and sleeping girl; a sleeping pastel pink-haired girl that looked very familiar. Wait a minute.
"Chiaki Nanami?!"