Dorm Number 27, chapter 1
A girl looked out the window of the airplane watching the world passing by below her. She sighed, a mixture of nervousness and hatred beheld her. She closed her eyes and didn't open them until she heard over the intercom "We will arrive to Florida in a few moments."
She sighed.
A few moments later, the plane landed at the airport. As she stood to get off, she thought of why she was sent here. Her father abused her, and her mother hated her. She looked at the last scar he had given her before she left for the airport. They became fed up with her rebelling, but who wouldn't rebel in that situation? They sent her from New York City to Florida to go to a boarding school. She was glad to be far away from them, where they couldn't touch her. She wondered about who her new roommate would be.
A few hours later she was wandering aimlessly throughout the streets. She hated to admit it, but she was lost.
She looked up and down the streets, people giving her funny looks. She looked like some sort of criminal to others.
She wore black baggy pants with chains and black high-top converse. She wore a black AC/DC shirt and on her wrists were a Linkin Park wristband and black and red rubber bracelets. Her nails were painted black, she wore no other make up, but she looked as if she were wearing eye liner. Around her neck was a black choker and she wore skull-and-crossbones earrings. Her hair was long, straight, and raven black and her eyes were, somehow, naturally purple.
She was lost. And she didn't want to bother asking anyone how to get to the boarding school. They probably wouldn't believe she was going there. They'd probably think she just oing there to murder someone.
Her legs were dead tired. She scanned the area for a bench and she spotted one. She ran to it. Suddenly, she found herself falling backwards with a thud. She had run into something.
She looked up to see a man standing there. She looked up at him a moment. He was kind of cute...He had spikey black hair and he wore a Linkin Park shirt, black jeans, a LP wristband, and black high-top Converse. He also wore eye liner.
"Oi! I'm so sorry!" She said, pulling herself up. She bent over to pick up her suitcase and bag.
"Oh, no. It's alright." He replied.
"Thanks. I was just trying to sit on this bench. I'm lost around here. So, I have been wandering around here for hours!" She said.
"Really? Where are you trying to get?" He asked.
"Adivra Boarding School." She replied.
"Really? I'm a student there myself. What year or grade or whatever?" He said.
"12. I'm seventeen." She couldn't believe she was going to tell all this to a stranger. "Will you show me the way?"
"Cool. We're in the same year. Maybe we'll have class together. By the way, I'm Billie Joe Armstrong." Billie Joe said. He held out his hand.
"Amy. I'm Amy Bernhard. Nice ta meetcha." She smiled, shaking his hand.
After a while of walking and talking, Billie and Amy came to a huge building. Actually, it was a pair of buildings. One for the dorms, the other with the classrooms. Amy looked around at the student-filled courtyard. She saw two guys walking up to them.
"Hey, Billie." One said.
"Yo, Sid." Billie Joe replied.
"Who's the chick?" Sid asked. Amy looked to the ground. Her pale cheeks became slightly red.
"This is Amy. She's new, just came down here from NYC."
"Awesome. But Miami is nice. This school is pretty new, though, so we get new students all the time." Sid looked down at the luggage. "You boarding?"
Amy just nodded, just barely. Billie took the large suitcase from Amy.
"Amy, y'mind if I go with you to your dorm? What room?" Billie asked.
Amy pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper from one of her pockets.It had the number 27 on it. She handed it to him.
"This is my room! So, you're my roomie. Cool." Billie said, shocked.
Amy just shrugged. She was shy, and didn't feel quite comfortable around these guys yet, although they reminded her of her friends back home. Home... Her eyes narrowed and she glared at the ground.
"Alrighty then..." Billie rubbed the back of his head. "Let's get you settled into the room."
She sighed.
A few moments later, the plane landed at the airport. As she stood to get off, she thought of why she was sent here. Her father abused her, and her mother hated her. She looked at the last scar he had given her before she left for the airport. They became fed up with her rebelling, but who wouldn't rebel in that situation? They sent her from New York City to Florida to go to a boarding school. She was glad to be far away from them, where they couldn't touch her. She wondered about who her new roommate would be.
A few hours later she was wandering aimlessly throughout the streets. She hated to admit it, but she was lost.
She looked up and down the streets, people giving her funny looks. She looked like some sort of criminal to others.
She wore black baggy pants with chains and black high-top converse. She wore a black AC/DC shirt and on her wrists were a Linkin Park wristband and black and red rubber bracelets. Her nails were painted black, she wore no other make up, but she looked as if she were wearing eye liner. Around her neck was a black choker and she wore skull-and-crossbones earrings. Her hair was long, straight, and raven black and her eyes were, somehow, naturally purple.
She was lost. And she didn't want to bother asking anyone how to get to the boarding school. They probably wouldn't believe she was going there. They'd probably think she just oing there to murder someone.
Her legs were dead tired. She scanned the area for a bench and she spotted one. She ran to it. Suddenly, she found herself falling backwards with a thud. She had run into something.
She looked up to see a man standing there. She looked up at him a moment. He was kind of cute...He had spikey black hair and he wore a Linkin Park shirt, black jeans, a LP wristband, and black high-top Converse. He also wore eye liner.
"Oi! I'm so sorry!" She said, pulling herself up. She bent over to pick up her suitcase and bag.
"Oh, no. It's alright." He replied.
"Thanks. I was just trying to sit on this bench. I'm lost around here. So, I have been wandering around here for hours!" She said.
"Really? Where are you trying to get?" He asked.
"Adivra Boarding School." She replied.
"Really? I'm a student there myself. What year or grade or whatever?" He said.
"12. I'm seventeen." She couldn't believe she was going to tell all this to a stranger. "Will you show me the way?"
"Cool. We're in the same year. Maybe we'll have class together. By the way, I'm Billie Joe Armstrong." Billie Joe said. He held out his hand.
"Amy. I'm Amy Bernhard. Nice ta meetcha." She smiled, shaking his hand.
After a while of walking and talking, Billie and Amy came to a huge building. Actually, it was a pair of buildings. One for the dorms, the other with the classrooms. Amy looked around at the student-filled courtyard. She saw two guys walking up to them.
"Hey, Billie." One said.
"Yo, Sid." Billie Joe replied.
"Who's the chick?" Sid asked. Amy looked to the ground. Her pale cheeks became slightly red.
"This is Amy. She's new, just came down here from NYC."
"Awesome. But Miami is nice. This school is pretty new, though, so we get new students all the time." Sid looked down at the luggage. "You boarding?"
Amy just nodded, just barely. Billie took the large suitcase from Amy.
"Amy, y'mind if I go with you to your dorm? What room?" Billie asked.
Amy pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper from one of her pockets.It had the number 27 on it. She handed it to him.
"This is my room! So, you're my roomie. Cool." Billie said, shocked.
Amy just shrugged. She was shy, and didn't feel quite comfortable around these guys yet, although they reminded her of her friends back home. Home... Her eyes narrowed and she glared at the ground.
"Alrighty then..." Billie rubbed the back of his head. "Let's get you settled into the room."
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