Enter Here To Be And Find A Friend....

               We walked up the staircase students glancing at us as they past. I got glares in form if daggers from some people. "We have never ran into this issue before i don't think, but there are no female dorm rooms left and the only empty room was in the males hall. I issure this is okay," Mr. Bowersox says. I nod and we walk down the boy's hallway to the end of it.

            The last room at the end of the hall was mine. "Mr. Simon will come here to visit you tomorrow," he says before leaving. I open my door and see stack of CD's on the desk, along with a small file folder with papers. These aren't mine. I walk up to it to find a letter;

         Dear Jadlyn,
                       The person who lived in this room for his senior year left me these CD's because of the Irving traditions. The CD's told a tragic tale and i got so caught up in, i began to live it. I'll tell more about that later in the CD's I have made to tell this story. I know your the only girl to own this room before so be careful, the guys might act weird when they find out you live there.
               I also have made you my second Tragedy Paper to look at for Mr. Simons class. Speaking of him, he likes to bring you baked goods when he bakes. There delicious, if i say so myself. Well There is a stack of CD's under the bed along with my Tragedy Paper. Don't tell anyone. On Christmas break I'd love to stop by Irving to meet you since I guess we never met properly. Listen to Tim's CD's first (the ones on the desk), then listen to mine. The room must have had the most greatest tragedies start here.
                                             -Duncan  (and Tim)

           I layed the note down and breathed in a sigh of happiness. My very own adventure. I quickly hung up some of my decorated poetry designs I've made. I liked literature alot. I reached under the bed and pulled out the file Duncan wrote of. His tragedy paper! A smile appeared on my face and I hooked up my laptop. I put Tim's first CD in that was specially made for Duncan.

         I went through five CD's before I knew it. Another six CD's finished when I checked the clock it was already three in the morning. I got up place my headphones on my laptop after i close my laptop. I was tired but as soon as i layed in bed I couldn't stop thinking about Tim and Vanessa.

              Soon I was zoneing out still unable to sleep  and was awoken from my trance like state by a knock on my door. I slowly opened my door to reavel a man. "I'm Mr. Simon's, I just wanted to welcome you to Irving. This room was the same one, I lived in when I went to Irving. The room of young inspiration," the man says. I nod still feeling shy.

            Mr. Simon hands me a muffin and says, "i like to bake so your the lucky student to try my baked goods." I quiet thank him and take a small bite. I lightly say, "it's delicious." He smiles and says, "I'll see you in class in an hour." After he walks away I quickly get ready. Then I go back to listening to Tim's melodic voice through my headphones.

          I went through two more CD's before I checked the clock. I quickly grab my messanger bag and my unfinished muffin. I quickly eat it and run out the door. I rush to Mr. Simon's room. I walked in and sat in the back of the class. Mr. Simon smiled at me as if we shared a secret that would change everything. But truthfully we did, the room was a lock and the student was the key, to unlock the passion of writeing.