Master Kuruk averted his gaze to the young waterbender. [i]"Miss Finnalock will show you and the other girls your dormitories. I'll be going with the boys. Come on boys. This way."[/i] He gestured the boys in which direction to go and made sure they all would follow him. 
Miss Finnalock gathered the girls. [i]"That's right girls, you can follow me."[/i] As she walked with the group to the dormitories, she made sure to walk next to Sayomi for a while. [i]"Don't worry"[/i] She said. [i]"the dormitories are quite large, so you'll be sleeping in the same room with quite a few other girls. But I'm sure you will get along just fine."[/i] 
As they entered the empty room, Miss Finnalock began explaining the few rules they had -like silence after 22:00, and then she read the list with the names of the girls and their assigned rooms. 
When the girls had installed themselves somewhat, she wished them goodnight and went to her own room. She was dead tired. 

...........

day 1:

Faisha Maan was up early on the first day of school this year. As she stepped outside her little temple to the north of the school, she enjoyed the dew on the grass that stroked her naked ankles. It was a little foggy as a result from the storm last night. But it was probably going to clear up soon. [i]"Good morning Mokka."[/i]. She said to her airbison. Her compagnion had gotten his name due to his strange but harmless complexion, that caused his fur colours to be reversed compared to other airbisons. So instead of the regular white with brown arrows, Mokka was a warm dark brown with beige arrows on his fur. 
After breakfast, Faisha awaited the second year students together with Mokka, right in front of the temple. 

Rosanna Hearthache had a less peaceful morning. After Leonardo, the penguin otter from that senile history teacher, had 'mistakenly' eaten her breakfast, she found herself now hurrying to the classroom. There was just no arguing with a man who had such childish reasonings. Sometimes she thought he was just fooling everybody with his -happy go lucky atittude. If she couldn't do it, how could an old man do it. Unless he was slowly losing his mind ofcourse. 
Next to that, she wasn't looking forward to a class that might have completely illiterate students in them [i]again[/i]. Not that she knew of anybody who couldn't read yet in the next class. But she had had student last year and it had been a pain for someone like her. 
There were so many beautiful things in the world of literature, and she didn't want to waste her time on people that would just never get it anyway. At least she was on time, she thought as she entered the classroom. There were no students there yet. She closed her eyes for a moment, touched her forehead with a few fingers and took a few deep breaths. Lessons were going to start again.