She dug into her purse. “You do accept cards, right? Cards?” She held one up when he clearly didn’t know what she was saying.
Nod.
She looked down at her things, and then at the sidewalk, which was another six or seven feet. Becca smiled and looked at the driver. “Could you be a sweetheart and move them up there for me? Please?”
He cleared his throat and then did as she asked. When he came back, she handed him her credit card and waited. He brought back a receipt. She signed it, putting twenty dollars on the tip line. The next minute, he was back in the car and driving off.
For the briefest of moments, she felt weird watching him go. She was alone. This was her first year at a brand-new school, and she knew no one. Even that driver, whatever his unpronounceable, all consonant name was, had felt like company on the ride from the airport.
“Miss?”
Some guy with a cart startled her. “Jesus, what?”
“I can take your things and deliver them to your room.”
“Okay, it’s all right there.” She pointed.
“Student ID number and room number?”
She screwed up her face. “I have no clue.”
“It should have come in the mail with your roommate’s name and your rule book.”
She shrugged.
He looked down at his pad of paper. “Okay, just give me your name, then.”
“Rebecca Normandy.”
“You don’t know any of your information?”
“No.”
He clicked the side of his walkie-talkie, and it bleeped. “Hey, Bill?”
A few seconds passed before “Bill” answered. “Yeah.”
“Can you look up a student’s information for me?”
Another couple of seconds. “Go ahead.”
“Rebecca … Normandy.” He spelled her last name, and then wrote down what Bill’s muffled voice reported.
She was getting impatient, and then had a terrible moment where she realized she wasn’t eager to get anywhere.
“And how many items?”
Becca looked at him for a moment. He was looking right at them, did she really need to tell him? She glanced meaningfully down at them and then back to him.
He took a deep breath and counted, then handed her a ticket he’d recorded it on. “Okay, hang on to this. On the back I wrote down your room number and student ID number. You’ll need those to get your key up there at the cell phone drop.”
She froze. “So sorry, the what?”
He gave her a look. “Didn’t read any of the info, huh?”
“Uh-uh. Did you say cell phone drop?”
“They’ll tell you the hours you can check it back out.”
Becca sighed and followed the rest of the students up to the line that ended at a window. It was way too long to wait in. She went up to the next person in line. Luckily, it was a guy.
“Hi, I’m new here, and I’m so sorry to ask this, but do you mind if I just drop off my cell real fast? I wouldn’t ask, but I’m just feeling so sick from the ride up here.”
He nodded. “Yeah, sure.”
“Thank you so much,” she cooed. She looked apologetically at everyone else in the line. “Sorry!”
They all looked forgiving. She stepped into the line and then up to the window.
“Rebecca Normandy.”
The boy behind the window was skinny and unattractive. He was the type that needed to learn that big shirts only make you look smaller.
“Freshman?”
She looked askance at him. Did she look like a freshman? “Um, no? Junior.”
“Fill out the card.” She did, using the information from the janitor guy, and then slid it back to him.
“Here’s your key and information packet,” the boy said.
“Okay, and where are the girls’ dorms?”
He pointed. She smiled at him and then again at the boy who’d let her cut in front of him.
As she turned to walk away, she saw that almost everyone in the hall was looking at her. She couldn’t help but love it.
But what a lot of average-looking people, she thought.
She had nothing to lose now that she was at Manderley. She might as well choose to be a hit while she was still here. She could be remembered when she did finally leave. But for a better reason than last time she left a school. There wasn’t exactly a plaque hanging up at Waterford High School.
The following eyes continued the entire way up to her room. When she finally got there, the door was open. There was a dark-haired girl sitting on one of the beds, and the other side of the room was empty.
“I’m Rebecca. Call me Becca if you want,” she said, making brief eye contact before looking around and taking in the entirely dreary room. The floor was a flat and ugly all-colors carpet, the walls were dingy white, and the bed looked like one you’d see in a dollhouse, i.e., not one for sleeping.
“I’m Dana Veers.” Even she sounded bored with herself.
“This room is horrible,” Becca said, and walked moodily to the empty side.
“It’s ridiculous. I hate it. I’ve been here two years, and I feel like the walls are slowly moving in every day.”
Becca looked at her new roommate for the first time. She was thin and pale, but was very pretty.
“Rocking the vampire look, I see.” Becca started to unbutton her coat.
“That means a lot coming from you, Barbie.”
Becca froze, and then started to laugh. She could see that her reaction surprised Dana.
“What are you laughing at?” Dana’s tone sharpened.
“You! That was funny. Barbie. I never get that.” She rolled her eyes.
“Because vampire was so creative?”
“Touché,” Becca said with an arched eyebrow raised. “So what happened to your old roommate?”
“She graduated.
