Introvert

Chapter III

Luna wraps her arm around Flor's shoulders as they walk to their dorm together.

"Wow, I'm so fortunate to have you as my roommate. Do you remember our room number?" She asked, looking ahead.

"Room three hundred twenty one. Or just room three two one. Very easy to remember, and we're on the third floor so it isn't going to be hard getting up there. Can you believe some people have to climb all the way up to the fifteenth floor?" Flor chuckles as they enter the building and start walking up the stairs.

"Hey remember, they're the ones that gave us which rooms we'd be in. They definitely put the bigger ones up there."

They both let out little snickers as they reach their floor. A few other students are already entering their rooms. They then walk to their room which is a little further down the hall.

"I wonder where Jj's room is." Flor blurts out as she unlocks the door to their room and walks in.

"I wonder who he's with." Luna replies as she walks in as well.

"I feel like this room is classier than any place I've ever been in." Flor blankly announces, running her hand along the freshly painted walls.

"Not that big, but I agree. Classy. Hey, I think we're going to have lunch in an hour, so we'll look for Jj then. Until then, I'm going to go dive into that bed. It looks comfy."

"Wait. Take me with you." Flor called, running into the bedroom.

"Aw that's cute. They have two queen sized beds." Luna cooed as she stood at the foot of the bed.

"Yeah. I think they decided to fix up all the rooms that needed it before we came here."

"Yeah okay, hush. You ready?"

"I been."

"Three."

"Two."

"One!" They both squeal as they toss themselves onto the mattress.

"This is absolutely amazing. I've always wanted to do that." Flor sighs as she wraps herself in the thick blanket and lets herself sink into the sheets.

"I feel like I'm a kid again, honestly. Also, you look like a sushi roll." Luna says as she props herself up on her elbow.

"Flor Del Sushi, hehe-"

"Weirdo." She snorts, wiggling into the blanket. "I love how we have air conditioning. But, I'm going to take a nap. Do me a favor and wake me up about ten minutes before we have to go eat lunch?"

"Sure." Flor responds, throwing her blanket off and getting out of bed.

To pass the time, Flor walks around and compares everything she has now with what she had before. She walks around the room and runs her hand along the soft wooden walls, remembering the rough feel of the poorly painted wooden walls she had at home.

In awe of the quality of the room, taking in the modernized look of every piece of furniture. Comparing the soft feel of the sofas and beds here compared to the stiff mattresses at home that kept you up at night because it always felt like you were sleeping on a plank of wood rather than an actual bed. The soundproof walls, which meant you could relax in the peace of your room. Although maybe it's just because introverts aren't very loud, but it doesn't matter. Back home, you'd hear everything beyond these walls. The constant yelling of your parents echoing throughout the house. The screams that you sometimes hear outside your window. The sound of police cars ringing throughout the city. Not every introvert here acts like an introvert. Some may have extrovert qualities. Not everyone can abide by the formality. Even if they're a part of the government themselves.