you tomorrow.”
The professors stood to polite applause and left the room. The dean followed them. Kelsey put on her jacket and headed to the door. She stood in the line as students got their schedules from a girl with a curly ponytail who stood just inside the door.
“Name?” she asked, when Kelsey got to her.
“Kelsey North.”
“Here you go,” the girl said brightly, giving Kelsey her schedule. Kelsey looked at it and walked away as the girl asked the boy behind her his name.
Civil Procedure with Professor Dudley, Torts with Professor Wadsworth and Property Law with Professor Weber. Well, at least she had seen two of her professors today. And she wouldn’t be taking Professor Eliot’s Contracts course. At least not now.
Kelsey walked out of the building, and saw that her dorm floor was scheduled to go to the bookstore at 3:30. Just enough time to grab her wallet and give a quick brush to her hair. She wondered if Jessica was back.
She was. Jessica was putting on lipstick as Kelsey walked in.
“Tonight, I’m getting a fleece. Seriously, I was so hot in that room. No wonder no one wears coats here.”
“Fleeces are more versatile,” Kelsey agreed, picking up her hairbrush.
“Can I buy one on Madison?” Jessica asked.
“I think so. You can borrow one of mine.”
“It’s ok. I wonder if the bookstore sells them.”
“Probably,” Kelsey said. “Ready? We’re supposed to get downstairs at 3:25.”
“Let me get my wallet. I’m going to need it.”
“How much do you think it will cost? I read anywhere from four hundred to eight hundred dollars for books.”
“No way. We’re only taking three classes this semester,” Jessica said dismissively.
“I hope you’re right. I really don’t want to spend more than 250,” Kelsey replied.
“I’m confident,” Jessica said. They left the room and walked downstairs to the lobby of the entry. Several people were standing around, and a young woman with a Darrow t-shirt came up to them.
“Names?”
“Kelsey North and Jessica Hunter.”
“Room eight,” the woman said. “We’re only waiting for the boys from room five. Then we can go.”
“I’m here, we can go!” a loud voice boomed. Kelsey looked around. The boy from last night named Matthew strode into the room. Dylan walked into the front door as the young woman took Matthew’s name. He walked over to Kelsey.
“My roommate. Pray for me,” he said to her.
“You’re rooming with that idiot?” Jessica said. “I’ll pray for you too.”
“What I want to know is how all of his friends ended up on the same floor. There’s five of them.”
“There’s five? We’ve had the non-pleasure of meeting two of them last night,” Kelsey said.
“Let’s go,” the young woman said, waving the clipboard. She left as the students followed behind her. The group of students walked across the quad on the damp pavement.
“Who do you have?” Kelsey asked Jessica and Dylan. They all looked at their schedules as they walked along.
“Civ Pro with Dudley, Property with Maclellan, and Torts with Wadsworth,” Dylan said.
“I have Dudley and Wadsworth too,” Jessica said in surprise. The three of them stepped to the side and looked at each other’s schedules.
“Civ Pro and Torts must be the entire 1L class,” Kelsey concluded.
“Cool! We’ll be together,” Dylan said.
The trio resumed walking at the end of the pack.
“It’s going to be hard this year, Kels,” Dylan said, as they reached the student center.
“You always say that, Dylan.”
“And it always is,” Dylan said as he held the door for the two girls. He followed them into the student center and they joined their classmates in the bookstore.
“Now I see why they made us come as a group,” Jessica said as they walked past two lone cashiers at the front.
“Yeah, this is much better,” Dylan
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