Lena walked down the hall, a rucksack on her back. She could hear loud music from down the hall.
[i]Please don't be my room,[/i] She thought as she checked the numbers, eventually finding the number the bored attendant had given her. Lena could hear the heavy guitar's playing from inside.
"Crap," she muttered.
All she wanted was someone who wouldn't disturb her whilst she studied, someone who wouldn't talk to her and try and become, dare she say it, friends. She let out a sigh, giving herself a few seconds to calm herself, before taking the handle and pushing the door open.