The black car pulled into the driveway of a lovely dorm house. It was a bright day, perfect for new beginnings. The passenger side door opened and a young black-haired girl stepped out. She yawned and stretched her limbs. It had been a long drive all the way from Tacoma, Washington and she was trapped only with her step-mother, Claudia, for company.
"Yes, yes, I'm perfectly aware that he thinks that of me," Claudia said to the person on the other end of the phone. Fionna couldn't help but roll her eyes. She and Claudia didn't see eye to eye very often. She straightened her yellow vest and proceeded to unload things from the trunk of the car.
She pulled boxes and bags galore from the trunk and backseat. If she was going to stay here, her room would be just like the one she had back home. She approached the front door.
How am I supposed to get in? Oh right! They gave me a key! She produced a key from a purse and slid it into the lock. The door opened silently. She took a moment to look about the interior. It was a very beautiful home and modern. Nobody else had arrived yet so she went to find her room. Upon going up the stairs, she found a door with her name on it.
I guess this is me. She pushed the door open and went inside. It was a decent sized room, perfect for her and contained a chair, full sized bed, a small loveseat, a desk, and a bookshelf. SHe couldn't wait to decorate it.
She bounded back outside and began the laborious task of bringing all her things upstairs. Of course, Claudia was no help at all. She complained that she had just gotten a manicure. Fionna was used to this and didn't much care.
After her bags and boxes were safely in her room, Fionna went back outside to say goodbye. "Well," she said awkwardly," I guess I'll see you and dad at Thanksgiving?" Claudia inspected her nails, "I suppose so," she looked at Fionna "Do have a good semester and don't disappoint us." And with that Claudia got into her care and sped away.
Fionna heaved a sigh and went back upstairs to her room. "I guess I'll start unpacking" she said to no one in particular. It took her well over an hour to fix it up, but she liked the way her
room looked now.
She felt like playing a song so she went back downstairs in search of a piano. It didn't take her very long as a studio piano could be found off the kitchen. She sat down and began to play a
piece of her own design while she waited for her housemates to arrive.