A girl came marching into the dorm. She had brown hair with long bangs. She wore a brown longbow on her back and an orange and blue scarf around her neck. She had a bright smile on her face as she stared at Lost and Swirl.
"Hi there! I'm Graciepopstar!" Gracie said.
"Hey, I'm Lost and this is Swirl," Lost replied. "I'm guessing your our dorm mate?
"Yup," Gracie said, looking around at the room.
"Is that your suitcase?" Swirl asked, pointing at the bag near the bed by the window.
"No, that's not mine. It must be our other room mate," Gracie said.
So, Gracie isn't the mystery roomie.
"Well," Gracie said as she moved her duffel bag to a bed, "I overheard one of the teachers talking to some kids and they said art starts tomorrow. They wanted us to get settled in."
"Oh, I was wondering about that," Swirl said.
"Well, we should all go to bed," Swirl suggested. "It'll be another long day tomorrow."
Gracie and Fang nodded and started getting ready for bed. Lost groaned softly, stood up again, and took out her toothbrush.
After she had brushed her teeth and changed into pajamas, Lost snuggled into her warm covers. She watched Swirl brush her brown hair, Fang hop into a bed, and Gracie put on hand lotion.
"Ready for lights out?" Swirl asked. She ran over and flipped off the light. Lost heard her bed rustle as she leaped into it.
"Goodnight guys!" Gracie said in the darkness.
There was a chorus of goodnights and then the room went silent.
Lost stared at the ceiling and sighed happily. She pulled her blanket close around her.
Today, she had survived Jamaasian High. The question now was, could she survive the next day as well?