After the longest trip of her life, Hannah arrived in Brickford, Maine. Growing up in the Midwest, she had never seen the ocean nor smelled the salty, ocean air. As the cab moved closer to the shore, she rolled down the window and held onto her beret beanie as stared at the water, finally seeing the house come into view. As soon as it stopped, she jumped out and grabbed her bags out of the trunk, leaving them on the side of the dirt road as she paid the driver and bid him farewell.<br/><br/>She looked up at the huge, brown house and smiled for a moment. It reminded her of her own house. Same color almost, although her house was rotting away. She pushed the thought out of her mind as she started walking down the path, holding onto the railing to the stairs as she runs down them. She was sure she saw a black car when the cab pulled in, so she knew someone else was inside but this took precedence over meeting her room mates.<br/><br/>As soon as she hit the last step, she stopped and pulled her gray flats off, holding them in her hands as she stepped into the warm sand and moved closer to the water. She knew she would never be able to explain how she felt standing out there, hearing only the waves crash into each other and submerge her feet. She turned her head and shielded her eyes from the sun as she looked back up at the house. There would be plenty of time to enjoy this the entire summer, she was anxious to see who she would be living with.<br/><br/>She moved quickly up the the hill to the front porch and threw her shoes back on, walking slowly up them. She took a deep breath and knocked slowly, peering into the house as she opened the door.<br/><br/>"Hello?" She said in a soft voice, not seeing anyone in the living room. as she steps in.