



【 Born a saint
But with every sin, I still wanna be holy
I will live again
Who we are
Isn't how we live we are more than our bodies
If I fall I will rise back up and relive my glory 】
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Romi had never really met the free-spirited type like Sammy before. Sure, she'd run into people like her in the bigger cities they'd been to, but she'd never really gotten too close before. At least she could hold a decent conversation with her suitemate despite the blonde girl's air-headedness at the best of times. As much as she liked Sammy, she could have sworn up and down that she'd had the same conversation with her at least a couple of times now about how spirits didn't "pick up" like they were answering a casual telephone call. The girl was superstitious- nearly to a fault, and hoped that they'd at least find something in the way of answers. "Yes, that's the plan, at least. Barring my séance idea, we've really got nothing to go on about those strange goings on in our lives or why we all feel a strange draw to this place." The raven haired girl had begun speaking to Sammy, but now she was more or less speaking her thoughts aloud, and the blonde happened to be in close proximity to her odd ramblings. She offered the girl her other poptart with a gentle roll of her shoulders as if to say she had no idea what to expect. All she knew is that she wanted to enjoy the day when it looked like one of her favorite horror scenarios rather than be cooped up at school doing homework and lessons.
"We'd better manage to get out of study hall quick," Romi's lips curled into a smile. "We need to get some coffee in you stat, Sunshine."
There was a no cell phone policy in the academic wing of the campus, but with so many students milling about their early morning routines, no one was likely to notice Romi looking down at the handheld device in her palm. Plus, none of the other students would be likely to tell on her when they were doing the exact same thing- checking the time, the weather, or their messages before the first classes of the day began.
“Don't worry. Even if the ghosts don't 'pick up', the worst that'll happen is we don't get any answers, and we keep looking for solutions.” She pocketed the device quickly after replying- making sure to silence it so that it didn't ring in the middle of class. She hoped that one of them had gotten there before her to save their seats. The other girls seemed to be more popular than she, and likely had other people that wanted to sit with them, so she knew it might seem weird they were always huddled together in the corner of the classroom. It was why she was working on a cover for them so that it seemed less conspicuous.
Romi didn't want to admit it, but there was something about that day that seemed... off, and she wasn't sure what it was. The crystal against her chest pulsed warmly- humming a bit more lively than she'd felt it before, and she could have sworn the damn thing let off a soft glow out of her peripheral vision. Quickly, she stashed the oblong piece of jewelry underneath the neckline of her shirt- hoping no one else had caught sight of it. There was something about it that she didn't like, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. She refused to wear her worries on her face, however, so that she wouldn't alarm Sammy who still followed behind her.
Catching the heavy door with her hand, she held it open for the blonde. Her thoughts had been answered when she noted Alex and Stormy having thought ahead and pushed a small group of desks together. The smell of the cinnamon rolls hit her before she saw them, and they made her mouth water. "Ahh, Alex to the rescue to save us from early morning hunger." She smiled and took a seat next to Stormy. "I see Sammy wasn't the only one who didn't wanna get out of bed this morning." A soft laugh fell from her lips at the mention of their two missing friends.



