Skye Williams's Story

Clara leaned her head against the glass window of her taxi as it sped through the streets of L.A. She watched the blur of people and cars as they passed them by. Her thoughts were taken back to home, and suddenly she wanted to go back. She had loved in New York City her entire life, and she felt at home among the prodigious skyscrapers, the bustling people, and the noise. She rhythmically tapped her fingers on the seat to the beat of the music blasting though her headphones.

Clara was worn out from the long flight she took to get from New York to California, two places on opposite sides of the country. On top of that, she had to catch a taxi to the academy, which piled on another hour and a half of travel. Her eyes caught sight of a building coming into view, and Clara visibly perked up. It was the academy. All feelings of homesickness dispersed, and were replaced by excitement. She was reminded that this was her second home.

The taxi driver pulled up to the front of the school and blandly helped her out with her bags. After being paid, he promptly took his leave, not even looking back. Clara slung her three duffel bags onto her shoulder and pulled her suitcase behind her as she headed towards the entrance. Lugging her bags was quite an ordeal, namely because the bags kept sliding off her shoulder, and the suitcase insisted on getting stuck in every crack. Finally, she made it to the front lobby, and was greeted with the sight of Nina, Theo, and Carmen. She smiled delightedly, and was about to approach them, but held back. She didn't want to risk it, since her luggage was so heavy. She would have time to talk after she unpacked.

Clara found her room rather quickly, and opened the door. When she stepped inside, someone was already there, lounging on a bed and scribbling in a book. She wasn't anyone Clara recognized. Maybe she was a freshman? "Hey," she greeted with a smile, before dumping her bags onto the unoccupied bed. "You must be my roommate. I'm Clara."