Beatrice walked in, softly, so no foot falls could be heard. She wore her normal clothing, of Black jeans, black shirt, and black converses, with a denim jacket. She carried with her, a backpack, and then a bag that just seemed like a sack. As she walked she looked at door numbers, trying to find her room, where, Mordechai, said she would maybe have a roommate, he said there are no rules really, except that she was not allowed to drink her roommates blood, if so, he would have to pull her out, and he doesn't want to do that, and she does not want Mordechai to be angry at her.
Finally she found her room. Room #342. She sighed, then reached up her hand and pulled open the door, and stepped in. The room was bright, with two windows, that shined over two beds. Near both beds there is two bedside tables, and then two dressers, and then one closet. She walked over to a bed on the right and put her bags on it, then reached into the sack and pulled out a lap harp,and set it gently on the bed, then she pulled out sheet music, and then the sack was empty, and she put it under the bed.
She went over to the dresser on her side, started pulling clothes from her backpack and folding them neatly, then putting them in the dresser, when all her clothes were out of the bag, she put the rest of her stuff in another empty drawer, the only thing left in her bag was diary's. She took all of them and put them in the last of the drawers at the bottom of the dresser, all except one. She put her last one under her bed mattress, not wanting anyone to see her recent diary. She stood up, and sighed, then decided to sit on her bed, and she crossed her legs, and picked up her harp, and started playing a song, that was slightly depressing, though lovely.
Finally she found her room. Room #342. She sighed, then reached up her hand and pulled open the door, and stepped in. The room was bright, with two windows, that shined over two beds. Near both beds there is two bedside tables, and then two dressers, and then one closet. She walked over to a bed on the right and put her bags on it, then reached into the sack and pulled out a lap harp,and set it gently on the bed, then she pulled out sheet music, and then the sack was empty, and she put it under the bed.
She went over to the dresser on her side, started pulling clothes from her backpack and folding them neatly, then putting them in the dresser, when all her clothes were out of the bag, she put the rest of her stuff in another empty drawer, the only thing left in her bag was diary's. She took all of them and put them in the last of the drawers at the bottom of the dresser, all except one. She put her last one under her bed mattress, not wanting anyone to see her recent diary. She stood up, and sighed, then decided to sit on her bed, and she crossed her legs, and picked up her harp, and started playing a song, that was slightly depressing, though lovely.