Originally Posted by xiiWishiWasYours

Orabelle flopped onto her bed, throwing her bag onto it, allowing its contents to spill out. A camera, a few old gum wrappers, makeup and various magazines spread across her bed before she realized there was something carved in the headboard - SVZR. Ugh. Figures she got her cousin's old bed. She sorted through the mess that had came from her bag and found her Chanel No. 5. She spritzed it around her before she took out her phone.

She knew it would work here, her daddy promised her it would and Orabelle believed her daddy. But it said clearly - NO SIGNAL. GASP. How was she going to keep in touch with her only Beauxbatons friends? Ugh. It was terrible. Feeling even more miserable than she had arriving at the school, she rolled over, soiling her dress, and covered her head with a pillow. At this point, Orabelle did not care how messed up her hair was. She was doomed.

And then there were all these girlies squealing and talking to each other. WHERE WERE THE COOL KIDS?! Because she refused to believe that these people were the upperclassmen of the school.