Post by Holly on Oct 1, 2010 23:13:59 GMT -5
Katrina was, tired, nervous, lost and a bit brain fried. She had just gone through her whirlwind speed tour of HQ and been force fed a years worth of information in a matter of hours, before that she had been settling matters with the judge about custody arrangements and emancipation and before that, before that... this morning felt so far away.
She lugged her single jam packed duffel bag up the stairs to dorm 18 and opened the door. The room was arranged military style with six bunk beds running down each wall and large metal closets/lockers standing back to back in between. "girls dorm, second floor, room eighteen, bed number..." she muttered aloud "bed number fifteen?" she found fifteen and chucked her bag in the corresponding locker. Then she sat down on the bed, her feet just brushed the floor, too bad they hadn't given her an upper bunk, at least she would have felt a bit taller then, but there weren't any ladders as far as she could see so getting up would have been a daily pain in the neck. And anyway someone was already in bed sixteen, she could tell from the way the mattress above sagged a bit. She poked at the bed, nothing. "Hey! are you awake?" no answer, she stood on her mattress and hung onto the rail of the upper bunk bouncing up and down like a kid ten years younger. Finally she lost her patience and pulled the covers down.
"AAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" she let out a high pitched scream and fell backwards slamming into her locker and creating an enormous echoing clang is it rattled against the adjacent one.
Kat burst into tears, first being arrested, then a trial, then a secret "Freedom keeper" society then a new place with no one seeming even the least bit friendly and now, in the bed above hers was a dead body in a pool of blood with a knife stuck deep in its throat.
She heard running foot steps and slamming doors, and suddenly the door to dorm 18 flew open.
She lugged her single jam packed duffel bag up the stairs to dorm 18 and opened the door. The room was arranged military style with six bunk beds running down each wall and large metal closets/lockers standing back to back in between. "girls dorm, second floor, room eighteen, bed number..." she muttered aloud "bed number fifteen?" she found fifteen and chucked her bag in the corresponding locker. Then she sat down on the bed, her feet just brushed the floor, too bad they hadn't given her an upper bunk, at least she would have felt a bit taller then, but there weren't any ladders as far as she could see so getting up would have been a daily pain in the neck. And anyway someone was already in bed sixteen, she could tell from the way the mattress above sagged a bit. She poked at the bed, nothing. "Hey! are you awake?" no answer, she stood on her mattress and hung onto the rail of the upper bunk bouncing up and down like a kid ten years younger. Finally she lost her patience and pulled the covers down.
"AAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!" she let out a high pitched scream and fell backwards slamming into her locker and creating an enormous echoing clang is it rattled against the adjacent one.
Kat burst into tears, first being arrested, then a trial, then a secret "Freedom keeper" society then a new place with no one seeming even the least bit friendly and now, in the bed above hers was a dead body in a pool of blood with a knife stuck deep in its throat.
She heard running foot steps and slamming doors, and suddenly the door to dorm 18 flew open.