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  For once in what seemed like forever, Bonny got the full nights rest that she needed. She had handed over the ridiculous amount of cookies to the nearest staff member to distribute at some point, ate something or another last night, and crashed in her bed surrounded by copious stuffed toys the second she got to it. It was all a bit of an exhausted blur, really; she awoke to a blaring alarm and the stuffies she had snuggled with sprawled around her bed, and she vaguely recalled some sort of a dream about setting up camp in a new place. A normal, simple dream that she expected to have. With a yawn, she rolled out of bed, hit her alarm clock on the head and checked the screen. 8:45, right on time. With that in mind, she spent some time tidying up all the toys that scattered themselves the night before, picked her fox to come with her for the day, got changed, and left her room. She still looked like a mess, but at least she looked like a dressed mess. 

  She slipped out of her room, looking both ways before closing it. Her schedule wasn’t too harsh; pop into Mr. Bookers office to say hello and have a more formal introduction, grab something to eat, and then pop into her first class and try to catch up. The man, from what she had seen of him yesterday, seemed rather nice. It wasn’t really worrying her to go find him. With her plush toy in her arms she wandered the halls, poking around and finding directions until she reached what she could assume to be Bookers office. Hopefully he was in there. 

  After a few seconds of waiting, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door. “Sir, are you there? It’s me, Bonny. Poppin’ in to say hi and stuff.” She hoped that was a decent enough first impression.