My bags were packed, and I was in the car. My mom was giving me a lecture, unaware that I was utilizing my iPod very well. I kept thinking, this is not my kind of school.

I got there, to the feared, the horrible, spider-and-insect-ridden dormitory.

It’s true, the place is just waiting for the next plague or something. I saw it after I met the principal, and it’s not sanitary I’m telling you, it’s just not.

I walked through the front door, which seemed to have been the home of several hundred termites for the last decade. Girls were walking through the halls, in normal clothing. Still, they seemed uniform in their movements. It was not right. I walked through with my mom, lugging my bags along.

Room 97, OK, that’s this one. I dropped my bags in satisfaction, and smiled. My small moment of happiness ended when I opened the door.

The room seemed to suck the happiness right out of me. For some not-so-strange reasons, I was suddenly reminded of the 3rd Harry Potter book. I glared at my mom with all my fury.