A New Kind Of Home
Jul 26, 2010 18:29:42 GMT -5
Post by Lindsey Bennett on Jul 26, 2010 18:29:42 GMT -5
Lindsey felt a bit overwhelmed as she walked up to the entrance gate leading to Gordon Parks' Academy, her backpack hanging from her shoulders as she dragged two old, rather beat up rolling suitcases. She'd seen other students go in with a lot more luggage than what she had, and she figured that most students even had their parents mailing stuff from home too, but as it was, the content of her suitcases were constituted of all her earthly belongings, and they weren't even full. All her clothes and shoes fit in one of them, and she'd used the other for the few books she owned, most of which were books she'd had to buy for some of the classes she'd be taking. Along with that was the camera that Mrs. Harris had given her as a going away present, which she felt a bit bad for since the older woman had already done so much for her, and she was intent on repaying her for everything she'd spent on her, from the photography club to her letting her stay at her house, to this camera now. Granted, she had very little money as it was, since her scholarship was only enough to pay the school tuition and material, but she'd make money somehow.
Taking in a deep breath, she took a step and then another toward the school, making her way to the dorm building she assumed to be the girls' considering there were a few of them going in and out of there, walking up to the front desk after she'd gotten in and pulling out the papers she'd received in the mail, one of which was information as to her dorm, which she handed out to the lady behind the desk so that she'd give her her key, not paying much attention as she listed off the few rules of the place, which she'd already read through as they were part of the information she'd received, and once the lady was done talking she moved along to head over to the elevator, getting in and pressing the button for the second level, waiting anxiously as the doors opened to let her out and she made her way to the room that held the number '221'. She had to keep herself from turning back and running away, trying for the doorknob to find it was locked, which she figured meant her roommate was either out or had not arrived yet, grabbing her key to unlock the door and walking in with her luggage, taking in the bland appearance of the room and the emptiness of it as she walked over to the nearest bed, sitting down on it and trying to adjust to the changes she was going through.