Room number 13

Since it's been a week now, we are going to start our trip to Texas the day after tomorrow. I packed a lot of things that I thought I would want. At school, the principal told us that all the people who are joining the trip would have a meeting. Later, he gave our room numbers accordingly. We got room number 13, Joanna and I looked at each other the same time and we knew this was all gonna go wrong. Later at school, me and Joanna met at the cafeteria and we were discussing about what we were gonna do at our room in the hotel. Joanna terrified me because 13 was an unlucky number after all. Recollecting movie clips of haunted hotels made me petrified, maybe it could all be our imagination and there was no such thing like that. I feel like joining the trip was a bad idea but I guess we shouldn't judge too early.