Ophelia's pov

I stood in front of the entrance to Hensing Charter Academy of the Arts, one of the most prestigious Charter Academy's in the area. It specialized in theatre, dance, music, and visual art. Over a thousand high schoolers each year studied with Hensing, and I was about to become one of them. My subject of focus would be Dance. I had been a dancer since I was three years old, and loved everything about it.

"Ninth grade booth! Ninth graders, right here!" A voice yelled. When I turned, I Afound a girl, probably a sophomore, sitting at a booth. A sign on said booth told Ninth graders that they would receive their class schedules, and dorm keys there.

"Hello." I said as I approached the booth.

"Hello, my name is Rose. I'm a theatre subject. I'll be the ninth grade advisor this year." Rose smiled. "What is your name?"

"Ophelia Keaton."

Rose ran her finger down a list of names on a sheet of paper. "Ah here you are!" She reached under the desk, and pulled out a key and slip of paper. "You are dorm 182. Here's your key, and class schedule." Rose picked up an extra folder. "Here is a map of the school, and some additional information. If you have any additional questions, I'll be here until seven, and my number is in the folder."

"Thank you!" I took the schedule, key, and folder. I turned to face the dorm building. It was an eight story, brick building. Various signs hung in the windows, displaying messages such as "Welcome Freshman!" and "Believe in Yourself."

The freshman girls were on the first floor, so that's where I headed. In the building. There were three long hallways, and signs next to them saying which dorms were where. Dorm 182 was in the hallway to the right, so I began walking. I passed the 160's, then the 170's, until I came to 182. The door, like every other door, was wood painted white. Brass numbers showed the dorm was 182. The door-knob was brass to match the numbers.

I slowly opened the door to reveal a small, but elegant room. Since the tuition for the school was so high, they must have had enough money to spare to fix up the dorms. There were two sides of the room. One said had gray walls with small white dots. A bed was placed in the corner, with a white nightstand next to it. The bedcovers were a dark gray with gatherings placed every foot. Across from the bed was a white desk, with a white chair. On the adjoining wall was another white door, that led to a small closet. This was my side.

The other side of the room shared the same white furniture, but the walls were creme colored, with dark purple stripped running up and down the walls. The bedcovers were the same style as my side, except purple. The two wallpapers met in the middle of the room, the dividing line between the two sides. A window stood directly across from the main door, and the floors were dark hardwood.

During summer, each Hensing student was asked to fill out a form, asking which wallpaper they prefer, what bedcovers they'd like, and given a personality test, to match you with a roommate.

My luggage had already been brought to my room, and were in the closet. I began to unpack.

Lillian's pov

This was it. Room 182. Where I was going to be spending the rest of my school year. My hands shook as I reached for the knob. I quickly opened the door, and found a beautiful room. I smiled, relived that it wasn't a dump. I ran to the bed that I assumed was mine, I had picked out the bedcovers, and laid down.

"Um, hello?" A voice said from inside the closet. I sat up quickly.

"Whose there?"

A girl with blonde hair and blue eyes emerged from the closet. She was wearing a dark blue romper, and gray converse.

"Hello, my name is Lillian Elmore."

"I'm Ophelia Keaton. I guess we're roommates?"

"I guess." I smiled. "I'm a dance study."

"So am I! But why does everyone call it a dance study?"

"It's because you're studying dance. So your a dance study. My cousin just graduated from here so she helped me know the lingo."

"Oh, that makes sense."

After a long awkward silence, Ophelia finally said something.

"I was about to grab something to eat, do you want to come?"

"Sure, I'm kind of hungry."

So Ophelia and I left to get something to eat. I could feel the bonds of a friendship forming.

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Hello everyone! Welcome to my new story! I hope you liked the first chapter. It's the fist non-fanfiction price I have written in a LONG time. Don't worry, my stories I have already started with continue to be updated, but I needed to take a brake from them. They were starting to drag me down.

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