BIT OF MY BOOK. 2.
I navigated slowly through the cobblestone hallway by myself. I had two options
a) Snotty head mistress lead me to my dorm. b) Use a map and hope I don’t get lost. I think we know the obvious answer in this particular situation. As I continued on my ‘journey’ wind whipped at my ankles. Threaded along the walls was bountiful shrubbery and spirited banners of school colors. Both weaved together existing as one.
At this point I was in my dorm building, walking while holding my book tucked into my arms and map in my face, I managed to find myself becoming more acquainted with a stone wall than I have ever imagined. Luckily, It was the wall to my room. “Finally,” I let out a sigh of relief “Like Billy S. said, ‘All the worlds a stage,’” A voice came from behind me. “And all the men and woman are merely players. You like Shakespeare?” I turned on a pivot to notice a guy standing behind me with a welcoming look on his face. “You dropped this, came to help you out.” He had a warming smile that swept across like butter, as if it was nothing. “Thanks, I, uh, here!” I promptly grabbed my book back and tried to unlock my door. First attempt, failed. Second attempt? You guess. Three minutes later, we were both still standing there, and I was acting as a fool, by now I had my leg on the door for leverage and I was leaning back pulling on the handle, and he was behind me still stifling a laugh. “Euhm, do you need a hand there?” His voice shocked me in my state of frantic behavior and I jumped back landing on my ass and pushing up the carpet that was in front of the door. “I suppose you could say that…” I replied. He took a step towards the door, put the key in, and twisted it to a forty-five degree angle and gave the handle a slight jiggle. To my complete shock the door actually opened, this was really not fair.