New Room

Few days ago I was kicked out of my room. I asked in the secretary if I could get another key, but I need to pay an exorbitant amount of money, something I don't have right now.

Later I went to the principal and talked to her. She said that she will arrange a room for me in a few days.

Until today I was sleeping in Craig's room. Now, I'm heading to my new room that is in a different building, yes, a different building.

Why did they make a new room only for me? This is awesome, I won't even have a room partner anymore.

With the first week already ending, we have an assignment for the next week. I'm almost finished, although our class teacher gave it today.

What I need to do after checking my new room is go to the library and check some books to finish my assignment, luckily she may be there.

Arriving at the location, the only thing I could see was a very small house in the middle of the nature that surrounded the school, it looked like a cottage.

At first I suspected that I was in the wrong location, but after seeing a plaque showing 'Room 24' I concluded that it was my room.

Different from what I thought, they didn't build it now or in the year, nor in this age. The house wasn't falling down yet, but the inside looked like something primitive.

The floor was made of sanded stone and the walls were bricks completed with wood, the holes in walls make a cold breeze cool you down.

The house had 2 rooms, an empty living room where the door was located and a bedroom that was filled with one wooden bed frame below a brown torn mattress, the foam was yellow.

I couldn't don't notice an odd smell that became more and more apparent to my nose.

The first thing that came to my mind after entering this house is leaving it as fast as possible, so I did.

No comments on this house, it is total crap. The class teacher is a double-faced bastard.

Sigh. I should just head to the library and do something. Luckly, my scholarship gave me a few basic tools, like one textbook and a pencil case.

There is no afternoon class on Friday, so after lunch everyone has free time until monday morning. Some people go back home while most of them stay here.

Unlike what I expected, most of the people here are very smart, but it doesn't mean all of them are scholars. The rest of the people are sporting. Schools usually don't have any clubs, but here we have some sports related ones.

I was really pissed. All the way here people were giving me weird looks, I'm pretty sure I'm taking two showers a day. I must be very handsome, this is the only explanation I can think about.

On friday most of the people are in the library so they can finish their assignments and have the entire weekend for themselves.

Arriving at the library, it was pretty crowded as expected. I joined and picked up some books, each one for different purposes.

All the tables were full, less one. There was a table which only had one person in it, while most of the people couldn't stay here, she was occupying a table only for herself.

No, It wasn't Kayla sitting on the table. It was a beautiful blond lady with beautiful eyes.

Just out of politeness I asked her "Is anyone sitting here?" of course, no one was.

"Sitting here? No, nobody is, feel free to sit anywhere" She responded to me, obviously surprised by someone approaching her.

Is she some kind of important person? She has this royalty aura around her.

I sat on the opposite side of the table, diagonally from her. She was reading a book, a good one, I already have read this one.

It was called 'I'm the messenger'. I don't know if I should start a conversation with her or just do my homework.

"What is your name?"

She looked at me as I asked her, I don't think I did something wrong, no worries about it.

She didn't take too much time to answer me "Victoria Watts". Everyone here has a celebrity surname, I'm surprised. By the looks of the school it must be true.

Now that I think about it, I should just have asked her about the book, her name doesn't really matter. Then again, maybe she thinks it does.

"Cool, what about this book? Are you enjoying the reading?"

She bookmarked the page and closed the book. Her hands now were on her hair and she was using her finger to play with the strands. It must be her habit.

"Oh, this book? I'm pretty much enjoying it"

She started to talk non-stop about the book and how she liked it. It was her first time reading this type of novel, realism themed.

I was just nodding and replying with short answers while she continued talking. She looks really talkative.

At one point she started talking about poverty, people's values, etc. it was starting to get boring.

You know, ok, this is a subject matter. Most of the people know this, but in their entire life they will only help a homeless person 1 or 2 times a homeless person, this is a bit contradicting.

I may be out of mind. But there are organizations made especially for this. I don't really think about this subject.

There are people that are invisible to society, sure there is. But—

Right now I noticed I wasn't even hearing her talking anymore, I'm lost in my thoughts.

Beyond this, why am I thinking about it? In my entire life I never cared about things like this, since I'm not experiencing this, if I was, I probably would.

Also, the book isn't about this, so I'm not understanding why she is talking about it.

I really hate when I think about something while I don't know shit.

"Hey" I interrupted her and asked out of curiosity "Why only you were sitting at this table?". I wanted to change the topic, too.

"Why? I don't know"

She was nervous now, her finger was more agitated between her hair and her smile was crooked.

What a bad liar.

But… what if she indeed doesn't know, what is the why of the behavior?

I shouldn't go further. I'm not familiar with her.

Know what? I don't really care about it.

"Anyways, I already have read this book. It is really good."

She was surprised and about to say something, I couldn't let this happen.

"What about you helping me to finish the assignment?"

I changed the subject so quickly that she was still processing my previous phrase.

Her handbag was hanging on the chair, so her paper should be there. It is quite a good idea.

"Sure, I haven't started doing it yet, usually I do it the last time" She laughed a bit on the second part. She took her paper out of her bag and we started doing it.

Well, I don't think I started fishing mine. I was just helping her to catch up with me.

By the time she did it, it was already the end of the afternoon.

There is a curfew rule, on weekdays we need to return to the dorm before 9:30pm. So we did.

It is a pity that I couldn't finish it today. I still have time to do it but, right now I need to go to the cafeteria and eat dinner.

"Look at the time, I think I need to leave for now"

She looked by the window and noticed the dark sky.

"It is already night, I didn't even notice. I need to leave too, see you later"

If it were up to her to check the time, we would have to skip dinner. She was either too focused on doing her homework or talking.

We walked to the library entrance together, she saw what seemed to be her group of friends so we had to separate.

Before it, she asked me "Uhh, sorry for asking just now, but what is your name?".

"Kade, see you later, Victoria"

"Bye Kade!" She walked away.

When I arrived at the cafeteria, it was full. Today everything is crowded, that doesn't make sense.

And Kayla was there too, her table was full and she looked happy talking with her friends.

I made a weary emoji inside my head. I wish I could talk with her, just staring isn't enough.

After waiting half an hour in the queue to get my dinner, now some tables had empty seats. She was gone but some of her friends were still there, talking.

Thinking about friends, I didn't speak with Craig today.

I took a seat on the table where Kayla's friends were, without even asking.

They stopped talking and looked at me. The surroundings said to me that I'm in trouble, they seem to be more oppressive than I thought.