So here is my second chapter to this story. I hope you like it! And if you didn't/don't then care to provide some good criticism? Thank you!

I neared to top of the stairs, pausing when a thought came to mind. When was I accepted again? I'm starting to forget. I had two best friends a week ago. What were their names again? I'm forgetful. But it's not like me to forget this easily. I put a hand on my head. Am I losing it already? What the fuck is going on. I can't remember… I looked at the tag on my own suitcase. Lovina Vargas. Yup. That's my name. Hell, I've known my name since the beginning.

"Alright. I entered the school a few minutes ago. I rode in a….taxi? Or was it a school bus?" Minus one. "And I stepped through the gate. The snow went up to my ankles. Felicia brought me to a girl. Her name is Elizaveta. So I know Elizaveta better than my old friends? I don't get it." I argued with myself. A throbbing pain echoed and bounced in my head. Another question burned at me. What the hell was my room number, again? I saw that blonde freak set down the suitcase beside me, my sister barreling to give him a hu-

To give him a HUG?

I turned around, not liking what I saw. "What the Hell, Feli!" I said, my eye twitching when she insisted on that tackle/hug. I winced in pain as the throbbing yet continued. I watched the awkward and uncomfortable man tip his hat and say 'you're welcome' before going back down the stairs. Felicia bounded up to me. Yeah. Why not add salt to the wounds and rub it in.

"Lovina, he was so nice! Polite too! Did you see that, he tipped his hat at me!" She went on. And On. And….On.

Well, obviously, this needed to end somewhere. "How bout you go say hi to your new roommates?" I insisted, desperate that she left my headache and me alone. My eager sister nodded her head, latching onto her suitcase and heading down the hall. "She went to the right. So mine is there too." I said, remembering a fraction of our conversation. I tapped my foot anxiously. "Room…202? Right. That's it…" I concluded, taking my scarf off and bringing my things with me. The walls were made of stone, yet it was so nice and warm in here. It all looked like a tower in which we were trapped in. But Damn. I'm here anyways. So to hell with it.

I continued down, taking note of the lovely sculptures that lined the hall. Not to mention the fake candle glow. It was probably just a light bulb in candle wax. Some were even dressed as oil lamps. I peered into it. And what did I get? Singed hair. Yup, that shit was real. I sneered, leaning back and continuing down.

Some people waved hi. Others verbally said it. What friendly people. Though it just makes my inner mind to want to be even more cautious. I'll just have to pay no mind to it. Men dressed in the uniform for them, bluish pants passed by, muttering obscene things under their breath at me. "Fuck off." I told them, raising my chin and walking down further. The shadows danced on the walls, intimidating me with my own. Surely, the shadows don't come to life when we sleep. It's just an old tale that my caretaker liked to tell us. But it was Damn scary going to sleep when I was five.

I leaned further and further away from the shapes on the wall. It might just be the only thing that I feared.

"O-ow!" Came a very high squeak in front of me.

"Oh I'm so sorry! Sorry." I said, looking down to see a blonde haired girl with a white hat stationed on her head. "I didn't see you there. Sorry." I added nervously. The girl had violet-ish blue eyes and she looked so timid. Much like a mouse. But she was fragile looking.

"Oh no. It's my own fault. I've been standing here trying to open my door. This darn key gets stuck all the time. I'm having a bit of trouble with it." She said, her gloved hands fumbling with a small key.

"U-Um, let me help." I said, flipping the key around and opening the door.

"Wh-what! It was upside down? It's not like that over in Canada…" She said, going through the door frame. "Well thank you. What's your room number? You've been very kind to me." She said, smiling genuinely at me.

"Oh. Uh. I'm in room 202." I said, folding my scarf nervously. The small girl laughed a bit. More like a twinkling sound.

"That's nice. But this is room 202, eh."

I blinked a few times. "Oh."

Yeah. Real nice, Lovina. You've made yourself look like an Idiot more times than you can count. 'Oh.' Is that the best response you can make up?

Well yeah. Maybe it is. Got a problem with that?

Stop being a bitch.

You just called yourself a bitch.

Yeah, I did.

So how does that make you feel?

Really good. Now stop being an ass.

Me? You're fucked up.

Shut the hell up.

"Hello? Helloooooo." Someone said, waving a pale arm in font of my face.

"O-Oh. Sorry. Spaced out for a moment." I said, fixing my hair nervously. "A-Anyways. I'm Lovina Vargas. Nice to meet you." I said, nearly letting my accent lip again.

"Hello Lovina. My name is Maddie Williams. A pleasure." She said, shaking my hand. "I guess we'll be great friends." She said. Her voice was soft, more like a whisper to me.

I laughed nervously. "Absolutely."

Because, anyways, this is all like a play going on in my head. A show choir major and theatre minor like me would know. And the Script says

"Enter: Maddie"

Thank you for enduring this chapter of swear words. I hope it wasn't too bad. I love reviews! reviewers get cookies!