<span style="font-weight: bold">Sunday Afternoon:</span><br/>Emilae hiked her backpack a bit higher on her shoulder. She grit her teeth a bit harder, looking over the schools layout on her map. She knew which direction to take to get to the dorm rooms but she just wasnâ€™t in a great mood. She knew that her parents were proud of her for being selected to go to such a specialized schoolâ€¦ but she was away from her friends and family.<br/><br/>Casually tucking a rouge strand of hair behind her ear, Emilae trudged towards the dorms. â€œ2â€¦1â€¦2â€¦1...â€ she looked at the signs in the hallways, following the numbers. â€œAhâ€¦â€ She dug the key out of her small pocket and slipped it into the keyhole.<br/><br/>Impressed with the set up of the room, she dropped her bag off by the dresser. â€œWill definitely have to add some spice, but not a bad job at all. More like a hotel than home, buuut eh.., nice enough.â€ She flopped down on the bed and stretched.<br/><br/>She fell asleep faster than she had imagined and when the sun shone through the large glass windows she awoke.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Monday Morning:</span><br/>Emilae scratched her head, shook out her hair and left it as is; the wild look. She scrubbed her face, tossed on new, non-traveling clothes and slipped on her boots. She grabbed her notebook, shoved a few writing utensils in her back pocket and made sure the dorm room key was in her pocket.<br/><br/>â€œHere we goâ€¦â€ she exhaled as she shut the door a bit too hard. â€œâ€¦oops.â€ She walked hastily to the dining hall and hoped that thereâ€™d be something worth eating. This place looked fancy enough so it wasnâ€™t too much of a worry.<br/><br/>The dining halls entrance was rather large and intimidating; there was too much open space in this sitting area. This made her nervous. She grabbed a few items, sat down quickly at a table near a window and stared off in the distance as she ate.<br/><br/>*****<br/>OOC: The black is really hard to read, can you make that another color?