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divided into two long floors with several doors along the way. On the top floor, to the left, was an open archway that led down a dark and quiet hallway. On the bottom floor, to the right, was another open archway, but brightly lit with loud voices filtering out.
“Over there are the classrooms, library, cafeteria, offices, and professor and staff apartments,” he informed her.
“Oh…okay.” She felt disheartened that he didn’t take the opportunity to kiss her.
“Why don’t I show you to your room, and then we can head to the cafeteria, okay?” he asked, smiling sweetly.
She felt reassured that he truly did like her, but he wanted to be better, and not the take-what-he-wants attitude, she assumed, he used to have before. Of course, one little kiss couldn’t hurt. Eva had never been kissed before. She imagined telling Soledad that she’d finally been kissed—by a Leprechaun! No, better not. That might land her back in the psychiatric hospital. Eva knew that there were some, possibly many secrets that she’d have to take to her grave.
7
A Vanishing Act
They traveled up three floors, along narrow stairwells to Eva’s room at the very top. She was on the fourth floor, room number seven. Her shamrock key fit in the lock, and she nervously turned the knob, not knowing what to expect in her new room.
She immediately noticed four beds, one in each corner. At the hospital, she had a room to herself, and although she was lonely at times, she was used to sleeping by herself.
“I have three roommates?”
“Yeah, but it’s not bad,” he answered. “My roommates are my friends, so it’s cool.”
She hoped that her roommates were cool too.
The light, a shamrock-designed chandelier, had been left on, illuminating a large room with pale green wallpaper and forest green carpet. A bathroom was included and the door was open, revealing a white shower curtain decorated with green shamrocks. The bed sheets were green but only hers was made up. The three other beds either had clothes or books scattered on top of them.
Her roommates’ sections were each personalized with posters of gorgeous male movie stars, pictures of loved ones, an atlas of the world, and a poster of cat on a tree limb, telling everyone to “Hang in There.” Student desks were next to the beds with a green-shaded lamp, a green laptop, and a black cordless phone. One had a lava lamp with green blobs going up and down inside. Another desk had a small wooden box, padlocked.
“Where’s the TV?” she asked, expecting there to be one in a university-styled room.
“You have to bring it yourself,” he answered, “but most here just watch TV on their laptops. I have a TV in my room, but we only use it to play video games.”
It had been a long time since she had fun, playing video games, watching TV—besides the terror-inducing cartoons at the hospital. She wondered if she could spend time with Lucas in his room and chill out, but she knew that he’d have other things on his mind.
“And here’s where you are,” he said, directing her to the cleanest corner of the room.
Her bed was neatly made with a small shamrock pillow for decoration. On her desk was a stack of textbooks, composition books, pens, pencils, and a black academy satchel with a large green shamrock on it, and GREEN CLOVER ACADEMY stitched in green cursive script. On top of the satchel was a piece of paper that read SCHEDULE .
She quickly glanced over it and noticed that she had math in the morning. Eight o’clock was too early for numbers.
He put her travel bag on the bed. “And here’s your closet.” He walked over to a wooden door, slid it open, flipped a light switch, and gestured inside. “Your uniforms,” he said, smiling.
“Uniforms?” She scrunched her nose. “The headmaster didn’t say anything about uniforms.”
She had hoped to
“Over there are the classrooms, library, cafeteria, offices, and professor and staff apartments,” he informed her.
“Oh…okay.” She felt disheartened that he didn’t take the opportunity to kiss her.
“Why don’t I show you to your room, and then we can head to the cafeteria, okay?” he asked, smiling sweetly.
She felt reassured that he truly did like her, but he wanted to be better, and not the take-what-he-wants attitude, she assumed, he used to have before. Of course, one little kiss couldn’t hurt. Eva had never been kissed before. She imagined telling Soledad that she’d finally been kissed—by a Leprechaun! No, better not. That might land her back in the psychiatric hospital. Eva knew that there were some, possibly many secrets that she’d have to take to her grave.
7
A Vanishing Act
They traveled up three floors, along narrow stairwells to Eva’s room at the very top. She was on the fourth floor, room number seven. Her shamrock key fit in the lock, and she nervously turned the knob, not knowing what to expect in her new room.
She immediately noticed four beds, one in each corner. At the hospital, she had a room to herself, and although she was lonely at times, she was used to sleeping by herself.
“I have three roommates?”
“Yeah, but it’s not bad,” he answered. “My roommates are my friends, so it’s cool.”
She hoped that her roommates were cool too.
The light, a shamrock-designed chandelier, had been left on, illuminating a large room with pale green wallpaper and forest green carpet. A bathroom was included and the door was open, revealing a white shower curtain decorated with green shamrocks. The bed sheets were green but only hers was made up. The three other beds either had clothes or books scattered on top of them.
Her roommates’ sections were each personalized with posters of gorgeous male movie stars, pictures of loved ones, an atlas of the world, and a poster of cat on a tree limb, telling everyone to “Hang in There.” Student desks were next to the beds with a green-shaded lamp, a green laptop, and a black cordless phone. One had a lava lamp with green blobs going up and down inside. Another desk had a small wooden box, padlocked.
“Where’s the TV?” she asked, expecting there to be one in a university-styled room.
“You have to bring it yourself,” he answered, “but most here just watch TV on their laptops. I have a TV in my room, but we only use it to play video games.”
It had been a long time since she had fun, playing video games, watching TV—besides the terror-inducing cartoons at the hospital. She wondered if she could spend time with Lucas in his room and chill out, but she knew that he’d have other things on his mind.
“And here’s where you are,” he said, directing her to the cleanest corner of the room.
Her bed was neatly made with a small shamrock pillow for decoration. On her desk was a stack of textbooks, composition books, pens, pencils, and a black academy satchel with a large green shamrock on it, and GREEN CLOVER ACADEMY stitched in green cursive script. On top of the satchel was a piece of paper that read SCHEDULE .
She quickly glanced over it and noticed that she had math in the morning. Eight o’clock was too early for numbers.
He put her travel bag on the bed. “And here’s your closet.” He walked over to a wooden door, slid it open, flipped a light switch, and gestured inside. “Your uniforms,” he said, smiling.
“Uniforms?” She scrunched her nose. “The headmaster didn’t say anything about uniforms.”
She had hoped to
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