3.

As soon as I cross the threshold I am greeted by a gust of icy air that makes me stand on the nape of the neck, I stay still to get used to the temperature change, then I start the secretariat looking around. Along the corridors there are doors, above which there are the numbers of the rooms and side of the metal plates on which the names of the girls who live there have been engraved. After a while, I finally arrive at the secretariat and knock on the glass that divides the secretary from the students. Shortly after, a woman in her forties opens the panel and smiles at me: she wears a khaki shirt with the school crest, a blade with the moon surrounded by a red circle, highlights the roundness of her body and the leggings make the situation worse.

<<How can I help you?>> she has such a high-pitched voice that I would have preferred to be deaf, but I smile politely and ask her <<I would like to know what my room is, Camila Cabello>> she nods and I look for a long list my name until he smiles radiantly and takes the key by handing it to me. I take it and look at the number, 27, this number haunts me. I thank the woman and with my bags I start the room. I stop to see what is the name of my roommate, a certain Allyson Brook. I open the door and begin to arrange clothes in the closet, those for personal hygiene in the bathroom and finally put my sheets with unicorns on the bed. As soon as I have finished arranging the last things I decide to go out for a ride to get to know the school better. I take a change and I take a quick shower, I wear blue jeans with a white top, I tie my hair in a braid and I lightly make up. I take a last look and after putting the shoes out I go out in the corridor, I look both right and left but there is not even the shadow of someone who is staying there. Fantastic. I decide to get out of the dorms and take a tour of the campus. I follow a concrete road that crosses a bright green lawn leading to a horseshoe structure. I walk that path looking around me, groups of boys are scattered around the courtyard: there are those who play a board game, who takes pictures and draws, who reads and who speaks with their friends. It looks like a sunny place, but certainly there will be the classic divisions, who knows what group I will be ...