Room onehundredthirtytree. Should it be in first floor .... or, ground level? Enya's hands were tightly squeezing brightly coloured poster as she speeded up her steps. Oh, how she hated being late. Hated. So much. Why didn't she leave earlier? Why did she have to try to do something to her stupid hair that did what it wanted anyway, and even after half an hour of straightening, heating, combing, drying, wetting, spraying and more straightening it still curled up to little waves. Any why .... why was she even coming to this thing?
'121... 122... 123...' Enya counted silently in her mind as she walked pass the doors. Her hands were shaking and she was starting to feel little bit sick in her stomach. Is it too late to turn back? '133'
There it was. Door popped from the rest of the hallway with it's bright colours, same ones that were shining in the flier she was squeezing inside her fists.
"It's okay, Enya... you can always leave early..." little blond girl mumbled to herself and took a big breath. In from your nose, out through your mouth. It's okay. Shaking hands grabbed the door handle and carefully pushed the door open. All the rainbows in the room....
"I guess I am in the right place?" nervous laugh escaped Enya's lips. She took quick look to the people in the room.
"Enya", she introduced herself quickly, and took a seat on empty space in the couch.