Scarlett sat at the steps of the school looking at her phone, Be safe and call me when you get there. She looked at the text and sighed. Slipping her phone into her pocket, she lifted to her feet and picked up three suitcases that didn't match. Turning to the front door, it swung open and a blonde girl walked past. Her eyes followed her but her attention shot back once the door began to close. Dashing in, she pushed her way through and popped out the other side. The school looked bigger from the inside and everything was busy and crammed. It was the start of a new year.
Setting her luggage down, she took a slip of paper out of her pocket and read it to herself. On it was the list of her classes and the room she was assigned to. Folding the paper again, she stuffed it into the back pocket of her jeans and continued on. There were so many students and they all appeared to know each other, laughing and having so much fun. She almost seemed out of place, which only caused her to skate through the halls faster. Once making it to her room, a slight sigh of relief left her lips as pressed her head against the door. She slowly turned the knob.
Opening the room a smaller girl was already settled in on her bed. "Oh, um.. Hello!" Closing the door behind her, she walked to the only bed that hasn't been claimed. "You must have meet our other roommate.. How is she?" Scarlett had only assumed since the bag left on the small table didn't seem like the girl's style. She forgot to add, "I'm Scarlett, you are?" She didn't want to be asking her to much questions, something she always did once meeting new people. Picking her bag, she placed them on her bed and opened one of them up. It was all her art supplies she needed.
Adam sat in the library for the past four hours, waiting for the crowd of people to die down outside. It almost seemed like this place was never used, dust everywhere and no soul in site. The History of Life, the book haunted him. It was at the table once he arrived, tore and wrecked. Pulling it toward him, he opened to the title page and found no author was the book appointed to. Closing it back up, he lifted from her chair and walked to where the librarian was suppose to be. No one there. Shrugging, he walked back to the table and picked up each book that was there.
Writing a note for the librarian, he slipped the books into his leather satchel and walked out. Small lines of students walked, it cleared out. At first, it was almost impossible to push through the crowd. He took out a paper that he had written for himself, a sketched map of the school and the number of his room. Once a small group of girls past him, he made his way to the hall that was connected to the dorms. Walking down it, he created a mental route on which to take once his classes started. "Room 304 to 307 to A4" He mumbled to himself while glancing inside each one.
Taking it all into consideration, he finally made it to the room he was staying in. Pressing his ear against the door, listened to see if anyone was inside. The faint noise of pencil pressing paper and erase swipes ringed. Slowly opening the door, he saw a boy sat by the window, sketching. Adam smiled, as he slipped into the room and to the bed he called for himself. "I see you got here before everyone else." He didn't intend to scare the boy but would get a kick out of it if he did. Throwing the satchel onto his bed, he flopped next to it and looked at the ceiling above.