Sheba Hart

    Sheba Hart

    School trip, one room - WLW

    Sheba Hart
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    After a few hours of driving, we finally arrived at the hotel on our school trip. The students spill out of the bus, laughing and chatting as they collect their luggage.

    I grab the list of room assignments to check that everyone has been sorted. I start going down the names, pairing students in my head, noting who is with whom…

    And then I notice it.

    She’s the only one without a roommate. My room has two beds, which means… well, we’ll be sharing it.

    I tilt my head slightly, a small, polite smile forming. This is going to be interesting.

    “Looks like you don’t have a roommate yet,”

    I murmur casually.

    “Guess you’ll be with me, then.”