Snippet #1810175

(( Okay, people, first post. I'm gonna try and make it intriguing. This takes place on the first day of school, got it? Good. :D * Deep breath* Okay. Here we go))

Christina Tucker was lost. And not the itsy-bitsy, Oh, I can't find the bathroom kind of lost, no, this was the, Stuck in the maze and it's dark and there are weird shadows kind of lost. It was almost 9:30, and Christina could not find her dorm room. She knew it was on the 2nd floor, by the girls bathrooms, but after she turned left, where did she go? Finally, after almost an hour, she located the tiny blue sign that was supposed to " distinguish" her room from the rest of them. Even though this was her 3rd year at Amelia's, she still had trouble locating her room, because it was different every year. Her roommate hadn't arrived yet, which Christina though was odd, but maybe there was just bad traffic or something. Amelia's was located in the middle of no where, but many people attended every year, and the roads always grew busy around 10 on the first night. Christina walked forward, and was almost to the door when she stubbed her toe on something and fell to the ground.
" Damn it!" She cried, clutching her throbbing toe to her chest. She stood up, dusted off her red silk blouse, and hobbled the rest of the way to her room. " Whoa..." She breathed. This year, she didn't have the tiny room. This one was huge. 2 queen beds were set on either side of the room, and she chose the one against the right wall. Her bags had been brought in earlier, and they sat in a neat little pile in the middle of the room. A large desk was set on either side of the room, with a blue cup for pencils and a lap top with the words, "Amelia's" etched on the top in gold. Last year Amelia's didn't have laptops, so Christina was over joyed by this. She started to make up her bed with the blue satin blankets she had brought with her. Every summer she lived at her aunt's in Mexico, but her aunt was so old and frail that she was not allowed to stay there year round. After fluffing her pillows and laying them against the head board, she started to unload the millions of stuffed animals her mother had collected when she was a kid. They reminded Christina of her, and so she kept them with her. She would probably be in collage and still have Mr. Fluffles sleeping on her bed. Her roommate had yet to arrive, so she decided to change, so it would be less awkward later. She tugged her shirt over her head and slipped out of her skinny jeans, and stood there in her undershirt and shorts, trying to decide what to change into. She grabbed a black night gown out of her open suitcase and pulled this over her head of long, shiny brown hair. Then she went to find the bathroom.