Funny Dorm Room Flags Novelas e Histórias

Meanwhile, Mila and I strutted through like we owned the place, because fake confidence is still confidence. Inside, a guy with a clipboard was assigning dorms. He looked half asleep and fully done with life, but he read our names and handed us each a key. “You two,” he said, pointing with zero enthusiasm, “same dorm. Room 214.” Mila squealed. “Yes! Roomies!” I laughed, actual relief flooding me. At least I wouldn’t be stuck with some random nightmare roommate who collected taxidermy squirrels or something. Mila was my safe space.

He chuckled, shook his head and continued, “Well, about ten days ago one of the girls made a little sign that said ‘Leper Colony’ and hung it beside their door. Let’s see what’s going on now.” With that he rose and led the way down the hall to the girls’ office. Brad and Kim were puzzled, but clearly George and Bill were amused by the whole thing. When they got close, they could see a large white board about two feet by three feet hanging on the wall beside the door.

I looked away and continued eating. After lunch we went straight to our dorm, I entered my room and closed the door. I saw a uniform on my bed, I took it and looked at it. A white blouse under a white leather jacket with a black linings on its collar and sleeves on its right side is a logo of the school. Its skirt is color black, 2 inches above the knee with white ruffles at the end of it. So this is their uniform, cool. I hanged it inside my closet and went inside the bathroom and took a quick shower and dried my hair. I sat on the bed and stared at the window near my bed. I sighed. I'm hoping that everything will be okay tomorrow. I lay down and closed my eyes and everything went black.

Bayo asked. The young man shook his head. "Just us. We tried to stay quiet after...after they got into the building." Luke nodded. "Let’s move. Stay close and stay quiet." --- The dormitories The dormitories were another story entirely. The long corridors, once filled with laughter and chatter, were now claustrophobic and filled with a foul stench. The doors to most rooms hung ajar, revealing scenes of chaos—overturned beds, shattered mirrors, and bloodstains smeared across the walls.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I should not believe anything random people just tell me or I’d go mental. I shrug, stepping back inside. I’m about to close my door when I notice multiple black vans pull up in front of our dorm. My room is not too far from the open entrance so it gives me a decent view of the happenings outside to a certain degree. Armed men with glass, see-through shields barge out of the vans and make their way inside my dorm. Each of them bang on the doors of each room, screaming the same words loudly. “EVERYONE OUT, OUT, OUT!!”

says Cameron as he cracks a laugh. Beyond the door is a space that's not that different in size from the dorms, though with white-painted walls that have the noon sun coming in from a window it seems to have cooler shades of color and lacks the yellow-tinted wallpaper. The bed has a quilted cloth as a comforter and a plush pillow, and a round carpet of many colors sits on the floor. Some bookshelves with a dresser with a few trophies sitting on top also catch my eye, and looking at them does reveal some impressive results.

Henry arrived an hour later. He was a bespectacled, polite-looking man in his fifties, totally different from the stereotypes I held about specialists. “Sorry to intrude.” Henry looked around once he was inside. “Where’s your roommate?” “She’s in her room.” Henry nodded before squatting down to inspect the entrance with a magnifying glass. “There are marks, alright, and they’re new.” “You don’t look like an amateur folklore specialist. What exactly is your job, Henry?” I asked.

He offered Alexander the beer mug. “Thanks,” Alexander said through a tight smile as he took it. Everyone was dressed pretty casual – jeans, slacks, and plain shirts. There wasn’t one person who didn’t have a drink in their hand. Alexander stepped further into the living room. There was a black and yellow banner over the mantle that said, Same Vagina Forever! There were yellow and black balloons all over the room. The minibar was decorated with balloons tied on the corners and a sign that said, The Man, The Myth, The Legend. The back drop to the bar was now laced in gold fringe curtains. There was a table set up across the room were there appeared to be food and a cake with black and white i

After a while we stopped at a dorm and I opened the door and went in and Mister Lefir put my belongings on the side. "Thank you Mister Lefir" I thanked him courteously. "You're welcome," he smilingly said and left. I looked at my whole dorm, it was so beautiful. Red and blue are the motifs of my dorm, my favorite color! They are great! How come they knew what was my favorite color? Or is it part the magical thing? I just shrugged it off. I already think too much today. My brain feels so exhausted because I already overused it. I arranged my belongings and went to bed. I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep.

•.• Skylar •.• “I’m Room 16,” Harper said, staring at her phone. “Queens Hall.” She looked up at me. The school had sent out details of students’ dorm rooms and every other vital piece of information through email. “What room are you?” she asked, and I pursed my lips, staring down at my phone. “Room 17…” I was interrupted when Harper shrieked and threw her arms around me. “Our rooms will be right next to each other!” she grinned, and I cocked my head to the side.