"Who are you, little girl?" demanded a rather bossy guard outside the gates of the Academy.

"I am Keath Ross, a student of this learning facility."

"Rather late, aren't we?"

"I--" she stopped short. She was late? "I'm late?" she echoed.

"The gates are closed, aren't they?"

Keath, swearing silently to herself, took out her school identification card and student application form. "But I really am a student and I really didn't mean to be late on the first day of classes."

The guard looked behind her. "And where are your bags?"

"They're already inside." At the guard's confused expression, she added, "A gentleman by the name of Mr. Horacio Ross delivered them here earlier this week." 

She watched as the guard took out a clipboard. He flipped some pages and, with her help, located the gentleman's name. "Alright," he said in a gruff voice. "You may go in."

Bowing her head slightly in his direction as thanks, she ran up the rest of the way to the school. Crowded corridors greeted her wherever she went. She had decided not to attract too much attention to herself this year and she felt that decision slowly slipping from her grasp. Quiet suddenly, she remembered not having to ask the principal for her dorm room assignment. She groaned. Not only does she have to walk from one building to another---from the dorms to the principal’s office, and back---but she also has to carry the heavy messenger bag slung on one shoulder the whole way. She gave a grunt and hurriedly made her way. The sooner she gets going, the sooner it’ll be over.

((OOC: My way of reminding you, dear game master, that I don’t have a room yet :D ))