Flame Saturday, September 3 The assembly lets out with a few final words from Bumblebee and everyone makes their way into the halls, pushing and shoving to get to their new dorms. The dorms are coded by color too, of course. Screw this stupid rainbow system! I had assumed I’d get a dorm floor all to myself, being in the highest ranking and all, but this Sol guy had to come and ruin it for me by being so smart. My awe has quickly turned to anger at Sol for going and ruining my privacy in my dorm. Now I’ll have to deal with him for my last two years of school, and ugh– probably even graduate with him. I’m not even mad that Sol has stolen some of my spotlight or whatever. I could do with a little less attention. I just wish that didn’t have to come with taking my one place of privacy! Calm down, Flame, I tell myself. You aren’t even going to be in the same room as him. You’ll probably barely even see him. Pff. Yeah, except for all the classes I’ll have with him since we’re both Red! I just know there’ll be no escape from this guy. There goes my last two years at IJA. I’m pulled out of my spiral by yelling from someone I don’t recognize. I can’t tell their gender for sure, but I think they might be non-binary. They have bleached and dyed hair cropped short, almost to their scalp, except for in one spot, where it hangs down to cover their left eye. I can’t quite see what they’re wearing through the crowd, though. They’re also a little too far for me to see exactly what color their hair is. Some shade of pink, maybe? “What are you doing saying those things about Luna? You should be happy for her that she has that relationship with her brother! By the sound of it, you don’t have that kind of a relationship with anyone!” “Honestly,” they say a little quieter, “You could do much better things with your time. Like making some real friends by not being a jerk.” “As if you have any friends at all,” the girl retorts, flipping some of her hair back. She’s blonde. Her hair is in a high ponytail, secured with a big red bow. She annoys me at first sight, and if you ask me, she’s trying way too hard. The person with the dyed hair backs off and walks away, muttering something that I don’t quite catch in the noise of the crowd, which is thinning out now since most people have gone to find their dorm rooms. I guess that’s what I should do, too. Even though Sol is going to be there.
