The dark grey sky released a torrent of rain, casting a misty veil over the university campus.The girl with sharp facial features,nose straight,with slight curvature at the tip, was navigating towards Arcadia.
As lightning strikes, her dark brown eyes sparkled with a fleeting radiance,as if reflecting the electric flash.
Despite her efforts to appear calm, she couldn't help but to bite her lower lip occasionally, a subtle sign of anxiety was building inside her as she emerged from the social sciences block.
Her long eyelashes fluttered as she gazed up at the rain-soaked sky.
Her raven-black hairs were pulled back into the tight bun, with two loose strands framing her face.She wore a sleek black coat, which glistened with the raindrops as she walked. A bag slung over her shoulder filled with notes threatened to slip off
As she made her way towards Arcadia the rain intensified, drumming against her coat.Water streaming down her face the small and pleasant walk have become a daunting task.
Her eyes narrowed as she increased her pace.The campus was eerily quiet,the raindrops hitting the pavement were breaking the silence,as her footsteps echoing she turned a corner and the warm light of Arcadia beckoned in the distance.Her feet carried her towards the edge of campus.On the exact right cherry blossom tree loomed around her.Rain dripped from her delicate petals,creating a steady patter accompanying her footsteps.The sweet smell of the blossoms filled the air , with a subtle contrast of gloominess of rain.
After passing residential area, where the streets were empty, save for cars to pass by causing hissing in the slick surface. And then like a beacon in darkness she saw the sign of Arcadia.As she entered through gate a subtle satisfaction framed her face.
The rain pounded the pavement behind her as she stepped into the narrow,steep stairs.Her thumb tracing the cold metal railing,the tracing gave the final as she climbed stairs.
She could sense the daily chitchat
As she pushed open the door, a warm glow of light spilled out.
The moment she entered she could sense murmuring of the voices.Clicking of dishes enveloped her. The hostel common room was abuzz with activities, humming of voices, movements,and full of lively atmosphere, with 25 girls scattered around the space.
To the right a long dining table was set from 12 girls with steaming plates of food and few cups of tea placed irregularly.The senior can be recognised by their confident demeanors,were all gathered around the table chitchatting while waiting for the dinner to be served.
On the exact left where the dining table was set,room 3 can be seen. The door of room 3 was ajar a cozy space can be revealed with bunk beds and personal belongings scattered around.
The kitchen shares it's left wall with room 3 and right with room 2.The aroma of cooking can be sensed throughout the hall.
Room 2 door which is horizontally located unlike room 3 and kichen is closed while faint sound of jazz music drifted out.
Next to room 2 was hostel common lounge with plush carpet, cozy cushion, a large tv and a library of book and DVDs. The lounge was dimly lit,with a soft music in the background,usually crowded on weekends.
At the very end of lounge is a study room with soundproof walls.
The lounge have space leading to room 1 and 4.Both room are separated by wooden wall,with space for door but no door in sight.The muffled sound of laughter can be heard from it.
As she stood there taking in the scene, the girls noticed her, their eyes on her.The room fell silent as curiosity builds in them,waiting for her move.
To them she was a girl who kept herself and rarely speak. Her blunt,often rude demeanour had earned her the reputation of most insensitive girl.
It was as if she had set an invisible wall around her preventing others to enter her territory.They had noticed how she never sat on other bunk,avoid physical contact although her organised and disciplined nature was admirable.
The fact that she stayed in the hostel even in vacation,had no friends,and that she had no visitors except from the person she call BIG BRO was mysterious
Her most familiar response is "hmm" one that could mean anything from "I am listening" to "I didn't care" or "I am not interested.
As they watched her, they couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.She was the girl who didn't suffer fools gladly, who didn't tolerate nonsense.
She walked into her room, closing the door with the soft click avoiding all the gazes.
She stripped off the wet clothes,washed quickly.Within minutes she was out of shower, dressed in a warm and comfortable clothes.Her hand move swiftly and she buttoned up her soft,pastel Color sweeter a contract to her muted tone which was adorned with small white buttons up to neck. She pulled up socks, her hair which was tangled mess was dryed and twisted into bun.
The style was severe yet elegant emphasising on her sharp demeanour.The baby pink sweeter and the tight bun created intriguing contrast _softness and severity, vulnerability and control that suits her personality.
Grabbing her dirty clothes,bag she stuffed it into laundry bag, headed downstairs avoiding stares and deposit them into laundry room.
From there she went to kitchen,grap her food, sat on the table.She was too focused on her food to bother with small talk.