Scout found her dorm room - it was close to her first class. She dropped
her suitcase and smiled - it was roomy. She immediately started unpacking: shirts in the
closet, shorts in one drawer, capris in another, jeans in another, dress pants in another,
and pajama pants in the other, finally. There was a balcony- a false one, but there was a
huge picture of her home on one end, with sound and all. Mosquitoes buzzing, crickets
chirping, et cetera. She closed the glass door out to it, and was happy. Extremely happy.
"I feel so at home," she mused to herself, smiling. She took her iPod out of her bag, and
hooked it up to a speaker system in her suitcase. Turning it on low, she was listening to
Motörhead, Disturbed, and other metal and classic rock - her two favorite generes.