The Guardian

CHAPTER TWO:                                                                                               

‘’Come on, lets go get your schedule’’ we walk down the corridor, following the signs until we come to the reception. Behind a desk sat a smiling woman with brown hair and wide brown eyes.                                                                                        

‘’Can I help you?’’ she looks at Jamie, slyly.                                                                       

‘’Yes, she’s here to collect her schedule’’                                                                     

‘’Name’’                                                                                                            

‘’Skye Zipulier’’ the receptionist, drops her raised hand, making it crash onto the keyboard in front of her with a loud bang.                                                     

‘’You’re Mr. Zipulier’s niece?’’                                                                            

‘’Yes... were you expecting me?’’                                                                                    

‘’Yes, but not so soon’’ she typed in my names and handed me the printed schedule seconds later, as well as a map and keys to my ‘dorm’.