Small heels of your new shoes clacking against the marble, you join the mass, following behind a pair of chatting blonde girls around the hall and into one of the classrooms.
The room is marked '238', but upon entering, you have no expectations. You could be walking into anything.
Instead of letting yourself wander in the room, you immediately find a seat in the back. You don't want to attract attention. Currently, there are only three guys in the room, and their backs are turned to you as they chat amongst themselves. The two girls too, seem oblivious to you, even as you pass them and take a desk.
The desk is old-fashioned, with large wooden pegs attached to an uncomfortable chair. It's immaculate though – not even any gum under the seat. You file that away as a tidbit of information for your paper – that must be indicative of something.
The room has a wooden floor, with planks tightly weld together with an off-white paint. The walls are also of that color. There are no windows in the room, though it is well lit, with a large central light in the center of the ceiling. It's very strange, but has a certain charm to it.
You have two choices at this point – try to engage in conversation and learn more about the school before anymore people show up, or try to remain incognito. |