Deletion

Time to write!

When we arrived in the dormitories, everything seemed perfectly ordinary. There were twenty two rooms in our hallway, twelve on the right side and ten on the left. The left side also had the bathrooms which we were all to share. All of the doors were  painted black, and were made of cold, unfeeling metal. They were strong doors, not doors which could easily be kicked in, nor doors which could slam when one of the girls was in her mood.

The hallway was stark and crisp, just like the rest of the Academy. There was no frou-frou, no bricabrac, no hodgepodge to be found. In fact words such as those were just the kind that would not be tolerated at the Academy. While other boarding schools likely had posters on the walls or at least a bulletin board for announcements, the dormitory hallways at St. Rosen's Academy were fresh-piece-of-paper white, uninterrupted by anything but the dove gray molding which framed those heavy black doors. There were, however, forty-four small spots of color in that hallway. On each of the doors were nametags, in a variety of different colors. There were red, blue, purple, and green name cards, all of these colors in dark tones. The red was more of a burgundy, the blue a navy more than anything else, the purple was nothing short of eggplant and the shade of green is one that could only be described as the love child of emerald and forest green.

Forty-four flashes of color in a black and white hallway. The colors made those name placards easily noticeable, but none of us anticipated how important they actually were, that is, until they started disappearing.