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    Nightfall

    “Let’s head in shall–” She was interrupted by a bubbly girl with a bright blond pixie cut who popped out of the building and immediately gasped,

    “Oh my gosh is this the new girl?!” In a breathy high voice.

    “Shane.” I introduced myself and she reached out to shake my hand then seemed to think better of it and leaned in to hug me. I REALLY wished people would stop hugging me.

    “Alice Pieszecki, I’m your roomie!” She squeaked and against my will I smiled, the girl was kind of infectious.

    “Well, looks like my services are no longer needed, I’m sure Alice here will be able to show you around a lot better than I can. Here is your key and your intake folder, feel free to look through it at your leisure. And here is my office number and location, if you need me for anything please don’t hesitate to call or stop by.” Professor Peabody handed me a bunch of stuff, then waved and took off, heels clicking against the pearly white pavement.

    “Come on let’s go! Everyone’s dying to meet you.” She grabbed my hand and yanked me through the wooden door and into the cool air-conditioned building. We headed straight for a set of stairs painted periwinkle blue like the rest of the interior and she jogged up three flights while I panted my way through the first two, then crawled up the last one. Damn was I out of shape. She waited patiently at the top for me, leading me through a set of black double doors and into a hallway painted garish orange and red, sombrero’s and huge plastic peppers hanging from the walls. I threw up in my mouth a little.

    “We’re the Fiesta suite.” Alice pointed out with a little cha-cha move and my smile came right back despite the decor. In said suite she opened the first door in the hallway and waltzed in. A rush of relief spread through me as I saw my luggage waiting on my bed, which was pushed up against a far wall, right next to the only window. There were two other beds in the room, one with pink and baby blue sheets that I automatically assumed was Alice’s, and the other with black sheets, a dark haired girl sitting cross legged on it. Alice cleared her throat.

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