I sighed and pushed through the door with one hand, trying not to drop my uniforms on the ground.

The room opened up into a lounge area which was empty except for a girl lying on her stomach on one of the couches. She was facing away from me, headphones on, typing away on a blue laptop she had propped against the arm rest. She looked like a mini version of Nirvana except with a velvet dress and black fishnet leggings.

I decided to be as quiet as possible and just sneak by her. I didn't really want anyone to see me in these clothes, especially someone who was relatively wealthy judging by the excess of jewellery spouting from every part of her body. I assumed she was skipping class seeing as the rest of the building was deathly quiet.

Now what was my room number again? Was it 235 or 253? Both were upstairs according to a sign by the staircase. I climbed up quickly to get away from the girl, and tried to remember what number Nirvana had told me.

The first of those rooms was 235, so I stopped there first. There was a card scanner on the door. I didn't have a card.

I sat on the floor, deciding I might as well wait until someone showed me where my room was. I didn't even care about the uniforms anymore; I would put them away later. I dumped them in a pile next to me and realized I was still holding the paper Nirvana had given me at the office. My schedule.

I flattened out the creases a bit more and my hand ran over a smooth part on the other side. I flipped the paper over. On the reverse side someone had taped a white and blue card with a sticker on it that read 253.

Good, now I wouldn't have to embarrass myself by sitting in front of someone else's room next to a pile of laundry.

I got up and picked up the clothes, walking farther down the hall until I was almost at the end.

Luckily the key card worked, because I really didn't want my classmates finding me on the floor. That was not the kind of impression I wanted to make on my first day.

It was already late, almost 5:00 now, and I was getting hungry. I was also pretty tired from the last minute preparation and long car trip up here.

I looked around the dorm. The only pieces of furniture were two loft beds at opposite sides of the room, dressers underneath, and an old armchair sitting pathetically in the corner. This was definitely a different atmosphere than the main building.

It didn't really look like anyone else was using the room, except for the t-shirt and socks thrown over the dresser on the left side. I guess that was my indication to take the bed on the right.

I stuffed my uniforms in one of the drawers, deciding I would fold them later. The shoes I threw by the door.

I felt awkward in my current outfit, but I hadn't brought any other clothes with me. My dad told me there was a student convenience store that I could get some new clothes and toiletries from, but I hadn't seen one when I was walking over here with Nirvana.

I opened the curtains. Past the school building all I saw was countryside and some houses dotted in the distance. Most of the surrounding area was farmland, and the nearest Target or Walmart was probably 5 miles away. I sighed and closed the curtains again.

I checked my watch. 5:09 PM. My stomach rumbled. I hadn't eaten since Nellie, my ex-au pair, had stopped at A&W and gotten us a couple of burgers each. That was a good five hours ago.

I climbed the ladder up to my new loft bed and lay down, staring at the ceiling.

Nirvana reminded me a bit off Nellie, what with the black clothing, dyed hair, and interesting taste in music. I wondered if they were related.

What time was it? I was getting really bored. 5:11 PM.

Wait, I didn't check my schedule yet. I didn't even know what classes my dad signed me up for.

I sat up and unfolded the paper again, spreading it out on the bed in front of me.

Blk 1: World History

Blk 2: Physical Education

Blk 3: Home Economics

Blk 4: Tech Education

Blk 5: Sciences

Blk 6: Mathematics (Pre-Calculus)

Blk 7: English Literature

Blk 8: Music

Blk 9 & 11: Mechanics

Blk 10 & 12: Technology Intermediate

I had no idea what any of that meant. How would I know what time I was supposed to be in class? Why did I have twelve blocks? What the heck is pre-calculus?

I flipped the paper over, deciding to ignore my schedule for now. The opposite side listed every class the school offered, along with the teachers that taught the class and which room it was in.

I pored over the list trying to memorize the names of my teachers and where my classes took place. I was so fixated on the paper that I didn't notice when someone came into the room.