[center][h1][color=limegreen][u]Beth Carson[/u][/color][/h1][/center]

Stepping out of the sleek elevator, Beth was glad to note that the numbers on the rooms that she could see immediately were on the same level as the number that was on her key card, indicating that, unless the school’s organization was really strange, that her room would be on this floor.  It had taken her quite a while to find it, primarily because people had a hard time seeing her in the crowds and always took the elevator before she could get in.  Regardless, she had finally made it to the right floor, so all that was left was to find her actual room.

Unfortunately, she had taken the elevator on the opposite end of the hallway, which meant that she had a decent walk to get to the side where her dorm would be, a walk made more arduous by the fact that she was so short and that her legs were already tired from wandering around with the other students until she found the dormitory.  Still, she persevered and eventually made it to the end of the hall where her room was, looking at the numbers on each door until she found the one that matched her card key, which happened to be open.

Taking a moment to catch her breath before walking in and meeting her new roommate, Beth noticed that their luggage had been dropped off at the ends of their beds, ready to be unpacked.  Unfortunately, her roommate wasn’t readily visible, which meant that Beth had nothing to go on about what her roommate would be like.  Hoping for the best, Beth stepped hesitantly inside, though she tried to hide her anxiety as best she could.

[color=limegreen]”Hello?  Are you in here, Kayla?”[/color] Beth said as she walked through the open door and closed it behind her, stepping out of her comfort zone and speaking up first for fear of being rude by surprising the other girl with her arrival.  [color=limegreen]”I’m your new roommate, Beth.”[/color]  As she went further into the room, she noticed somebody with long blonde hair, whom she presumed to be Kayla, sprawled out in the bed by the door.

Fearing that her roommate was sleeping, Beth was quiet about slipping her shoes off and climbing into her own bed, barren though it was, after pulling the small, black phone that her uncle had given her when she accepted the invitation to the Academy out of her bag so that she could send him a status report.  He would want to know how everything was going so far for sure, as evidenced by the two voicemails from his number on her phone already.