Chapter 3

I plopped down on the queen size bed in the room I was giving, inhaling and exhaling to regain the energy I lost listening to the old man talk. While I was taking a tour with the oldie, someone brought my bags to my room which I'm grateful for since I don't think I would have been able to bring them up here to the third floor, and I haven't noticed any elevator around here.

Deciding I needed a shower, I got up from the bed and cleaned the room properly since I didn't do that when I came in. The room was as large as the back room; hell, the interior was a replica of the one back home, which made me even angrier than I already was for being here.

If this is a way of trying to make me feel at home, they are doing a shitty job of it. The last thing I want is a reminder of that fucked up place.

I walked to the bedside drawer and picked up the land phone to call the front desk.

"Hello, the front desk," a female voice picked up after a ring

“Can I get another room?" I asked, not returning her polite hello

“Is there a problem with your room Miss Williams?" the innocent lady asked from the other end of the phone; I clenched my fist and took a deep breath

"It's Samantha or Sam," I corrected her, and she apologized

“I don't like the room's interior; it's too girly and flashy; the pink around here would make Disney princesses jealous. I don't mind sleeping on the couch downstairs until it is fixed if there is no spare room," I explained

“No, there won't be a need for that, I'll fix you to another room right now, and we can change the decorations. Hum Miss... I mean Samantha, is there anything, in particular, you don’t like? Your mother sent us that design, and we thought it was to your liking," the lady explained

" Please change everything, I mean it, everything; I haven't seen the bathroom, but I know it will be just as bad, so I would love It if you could change everything or, better still, just assign me another room permanently, you never know someone might come in who like something like this" I explained

“Okay, ma'am, I'll send someone to help you to your new room."

“Thank you, ma'am; sorry to have bothered you."

“It’s no bother; I'm only doing my job" the line went dead after that, and I glared at all the pink and white decorations in the room.

Mrs. Williams, you are messing with my head, aren't you? Pretending to know everything about me when you know absolutely nothing.

Soon after, I heard a knock on the door; opening it, I was met with a pair of blue eyes and a pair of green ones. They were also in the dining room downstairs the other time. The team of green eyes was the one who commented on me being interesting. I stared at them with lazy eyes, not saying anything; the silence and the stare-down continued until the blue eyes chuckled.

"I know you said you won't remember, but I’ll just have to keep introducing myself to you every time we meet; I'm Dylan, you can call me DY, and this is Aaron," the blue-eye introduced with a happy smile showing his gap teeth and a smile line on his face.

"Okay," I replied, simply uninterested “How can I help you?" I asked, and the green-eye scoffed

“You meant how we can help you? “Aaron asked as I raised an eyebrow

"I don't remember asking you for help with anything” I glared at him, and he glared right back

"Alright, enjoy your stay in the room then" he turned back and was about to leave when he got dragged back by his friend, who still had his happy smile on as he spoke

“We were sent here by the front desk to show you to another room; sorry about his attitude," he apologized on his friend's behalf, and I nodded

“You don't have to apologize; I didn't give the best attitude either. Then who would you be if you were dragged to the middle of where by your parents' assistant? “I mumbled and carried my backpack on my back; Dylan helped me with the bigger ones and his friends with the second, even though he was grumbling as he had it.

" Why do you have this much stuff for only six months, damn you can buy most things in town around here. You didn't have to pack so much," Dylan comments as we exit the room.

“Curtsey, Mrs. William, I'll probably not use over half of what's in those boxes."

"You could sell them?" Dylan asked

“Sell how?"

“I’ll assume whatever in there are clothes you don't like. There are lots of girls here and boys, so that you could sell them the clothes," Dylan explained as we continued down the hallway.

“Too stressful; it will require me to talk to people. I don't have that much energy to try to please people,” I said, and Aaron scoffed.

"Admit it, you are just afraid of making friends," Aaron teased

“Why should I bother making friends with people I won't be seeing after six months?"

“Still having friends is important."

"Why?"

“For one, you would have someone to talk to and someone with your back; I can cause trouble around here because I know Aaron would side with me even if I’m wrong." Dylan chuckled and winced when he got a smack from his friend

We stopped in front of a room opposite my former room; Dylan swiped the key card and handed it over to me with a smile.

“I hope you like your new room," he said as we entered.

The room has two primary colors, white and black; the wall has zebra paintings, and a white window on the farthest side of the room overlooks the pool. Beside it is a small office table and chair; on another side of the room is a floor-to-ceiling wall-to-wall wardrobe, and one of the doors to the cabinet has a full-size mirror. A plasma TV sat opposite the king-size bed, with a white sheet and black duvet. Pots of fake flowers on each side of the fireplace, two bedside drawers on each side of the bed, and right beside the TV is a door that leads to the bathroom.

Yup, I love this room better.

I turned to them to see them watching me with keen interest

"Thank you, this is better than the last one," I told them sincerely

“Good, I picked this room, and I would hate that the princess didn't like it," Aaron mocked, getting smacked on the back from his

“We will leave you to settle in now, dinner at eight, and if you want, you can come to watch us play sports around five."

"Okay," was all I said as they left.

For the rest of the day, I unpacked my boxes, hung the dresses on the hangers provided in the wardrobe, which were surprisingly more than I expected, folded my underwear neatly, and placed them in the drawer by colors; I don't have OCD I hate looking for things, next my jeans, sweatpants, and shirts and then shoes. Once done, I put the boxes away and went to my backpack.

Placing it on the table, I opened it and began unloading the things in it. My laptop, the charger, my phone, my new pack of headsets cause my mom broke the last one because I was ignoring her, my Bluetooth speaker, headset stand, a purse filled with cash, and my alternative credit card, only my best friend and I know about, another bag containing my hair bands cause having a waist length hair can be stressful at the time, my phone and finally my empty water bottle, the fancy kind. I arranged everything neatly on the table and looked at my handiwork proudly.

I checked the time, and it was 7 pm, an hour from dinner. Picking up a change of clothes, I went into the bathroom. It was a simple but large bathroom with a bathtub, fancy shower heads, towel hangers, and a shelf to hold products, With a mirror above the basin.

I took a quick shower and stood in front of the mirror, applying my facial products to keep it hydrated while I slept. Staring back at my reflection in the mirror, I thought I wasn't bad looking; I know for a fact that I’m pretty with my sea blue eyes, long and full eyelashes, and plump pink lips that adorn my beautifully round face; I have a mole on the right side of my nose, something I have in common with my father.

A knock pulled me out of my staring down the competition with my reflection, and I hurriedly got dressed in the pair of sweatshirt and pants I picked.

Opening the door, I met with the bubbly girl from earlier; Arla was her name" Hi, it's dinner time," she smiled at me, and I gave her a nod.

"Okay, let's go."