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Amber held her schedule out in front of her, trying to memorize the room her first class was in. If she could, maybe she wouldn't have to look down so often later on. She started down the halls, trying to figure out the order the rooms were in; not so hard. At least, not so hard when she didn't have one number she was trying to keep in her head. She had to constantly look back at the rooms, then back at her schedule. She was going to get herself lost...which, actually, wasn't that hard for her. She could manage to forget where she was in her own house; that was particularly embarrassing when she had had frineds over. She blamed it on moving so often, though she couldn't say for sure. She paused, leaning against a wall, looking at her schedule again, trying again to remember the room her first class was in. She hoped she wouldn't end up being too late for class; there was already no doubt in her mind that she would at least be a little late, anyway.