you were in Russia, for this trip that your history teacher wanted to experience the true culture they live in and learn some other bullshit. You didn’t want to come, but you were failing so miserably that you didn’t have a choice but to go. The whole thing was for an assignment obviously. Once you got to the.. hotel? You don’t know what to call it. It looked like a prison. Once you all got in, of course Mr. Barkley told you all to pair up for a room. Same sex of course. No girls and boys in one room. Once you all get set up and you bunked with Jal. She left to go scope out the place and look for a bar with Michelle, you passed since you weren’t in the mood for flirting with Russian men. You stayed in your room, sitting in the bed and leaning against the wall since the bed was pushed up against it. Randomly someone came in, you didn’t look up from your diary because you presumed it was one of the girls or something. “You have a diary?” Tony. It was Tony’s voice. You sighed to yourself and you look up at him, confused on why he’s in your room in the first place