Chapter 2

Chapter 2 to "Pearson".

The Girls Dorm is five hallways in total, each identical dimly-lit corridors with five doors on each side. The rooms are all the same, too; two beds, two dressers, two desks, and a humungous window overlooking the snowy icecaps of the Swiss Alps. It’s incredible. I can admit that easily, despite my too-grumpy-to-care-attitude I’ve adapted since leaving Long Island.

            Thinking of Long Island just makes me homesick, so I try to push it out of my mind. Instead I focus on my roommate, a girl named Violet. She’s the one who called Pearson charming earlier, the one with the big book. That’s not the only book she has, I soon find out- her half of the room is covered with them, from the floor to the ceiling and everywhere in between.

            She introduces herself as Violet Josafin, shaking my hand firmly the minute I step through the bedroom threshold. My two suitcases are sitting neatly by my bed. My side of the room is completely empty, and looking at it makes me feel sad. Like I’m lonelier than I thought I was.

            Violet is tall and intelligent-looking, with long mousy brown hair and a pair of horn-rimmed spectacles. She starts asking me questions, too, about everything. It should make me feel nervous, but it doesn’t. In fact, it’s almost comforting.

            “Where are you from?”

            “Long Island.”

            “The one in New York?”
            “Yes.” I wasn’t aware that there was another Long Island, but one does not simply argue with someone as scholarly as Violet Josafin. I start unpacking my clothing, stacking them neatly in all of my drawers, as she continues firing off questions like an episode of Jeopardy!

            “Do you have any siblings?”

            “No.”

            “Why did you decide to come to Valley Academy?”

            “It was my father’s idea. For new experiences.”
            The questions start off normal, and get a little weirder as time goes on. By the end of the Q and A period, Violet and I are both giggling. I decide to switch tactics and ask her questions, and she sits back on the palms of her hands with a look on her face that says try me.

            “Where were you born?”
            “Boston. I lived there until I was ten years old, and then my parents sent me here for fifth grade. Their company moved bases, to Zurich, and it was assumed that I would come along.”
            “Do you like Valley Academy?”

            Violet answers almost immediately. “Yes. I love it.”

            I’m about to ask her if she has any siblings when I hear bells. Beautiful, chiming bells, like the ones from the church down the street from my house in Long Island. Violet stands up quickly and says, “That’s the dinner bell. We better hurry, or else we won’t get a seat.”

            I follow her out into the hallway, and the bedroom door clicks shut behind us. I don’t feel very nervous anymore. Having a friend makes it easier.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Bailey C. Writing]

This almost sort of makes me think of Harry Potter, you know with the whole castle type thing and how Harry made friends with Ron and Hermione easily....or maybe I'm just crazy.
Okay anyway, it's a good start up and I'm interested to see where this all goes. Continuing on!

[T. Logan]

In the first line, corridors doesn't need to be plural, it works singular. I really love this though, and you moved the action very smoothly from the first chapter. Onto the third!

[BillyGirl]

I agree with CobyCoyle, it does remind me of Harry Potter too. But it's a good chapter, though. Keep it up!

[Harley (arbiter)]

Well its starting up well and the interesting stuff I'm sure will come a little farther on right? Lol good job I'm gonna keep reading

[Lindsay T]

Thanks. Keep reading! :)

[Daydreamer54]

Sems okay. I like how your'e good withdetail and now i'm just waiting for the interesting stuff! ^^