Or at least what I’m trying to write. So hopefully I’ll be able to post more (I wanted to do the 31 day blogging challenge, but I suppose it’s too late).
Anyway, here you go:
I have just been placed in a boarding school. This is completely insane, the worst thing that could ever happen, and I’ve had lots of bad things happen. For example, the fact that my dad left my mom when I was an infant and a year later she left me in foster care.
How did I end up here? They couldn’t find a home for me. Rather, another home aside from the many I’ve been in. To top it off, I’m going to have a roommate who will either be too nice or be an absolute snob. Once I shared a room with a girl two years older than me named Alison. You know how some people split the room in half with tape when they share room? She split it into one-quarter and three-quarters, and I got the one-quarter side.
I look at my watch and it’s been five minutes since I got here. I walked into the little hallway in the front of the room and grabbed my suitcase. There was a dresser with a mirror and six drawers. I assumed three of them were for me, so I started unpacking. I grabbed all of my shirts and stacked them on the floor. They were all short sleeves, since I’ve always lived some part of California. I wasn’t sure if I needed warmer clothes in New York, but I wasn’t worried about it.
I was about to put them away when someone knocked on the door. I went past the hallway and opened the it.
“Hi, I’m Mason. Are you Cara Ramirez?” he asked. He looked about my age, and was wearing a jacket. Probably to protect his arms from the cold.
“Depends on who’s asking. Are you my roommate?” I replied.
He laughed and shook his head. “No, I was just sent here to meet you. My mom’s the administrator, so I help out a lot.”
“With school?” I wondered. Wow.
I walked into the room and he followed me. “Do you have any longer sleeves? It’s going to start getting cold.”
“No, I don’t.”
He looked at me queerly. “Where did you live before?”
“California,” I replied. “We don’t really wear jackets much. What do they feel like?”
Mason took off his jacket and put it on me. “Like that.”
There was another knock on the door. “I’d better go. Bye, Cara!”
“What about the jacket?”
“You can keep it until you get new clothes.”
It was weird, but I took it.
As he opened the door, another girl walked in. “Hi, I’m Erin! You must be my roommate.”
I nodded. The girl was obviously a total fashionista. She was also wearing long sleeves.