Daughter of the Sea

Nancy Bobofit is mean

We got introduced, blah, blah, blah, and I was assigned a dorm room with another girl.

 Her name is Nancy Bobofit, she sneered at me, 'accidentally' took my phone, 'believing' it was hers, and dictated when we would go to bed and wake up. I put my alarm so it was a good 30 minutes before 8:00, which was when we started classes. This idiot had hers at 7:55, giving her a total of 5 minutes to get ready. 

She rushed into class 10 minutes late, our Latin teacher Mr. Wellinger frowning at her disapprovingly. He clucked his tongue and said, "Miss Bobofit, please refrain from being late again." 

She gave me a scowl, obviously upset I was ready in my white crop top, black ripped jeans, and black boots, my hair in a high ponytail, sitting next to Percy, who looked at me in confusion. 

I whispered, "She's a bit of a bully, so I didn't tell her that classes start at 8:00, so she set her alarm for 7:55, and she probably had to find out from a teacher, perhaps, but really, she isn't very nice."

 He grinned at me, knowing that I usually didn't do something like this unless someone was really, really disgusting to me. Then he turned to the boy next to him, a boy that looked much to old for 6th grade. He had curly brown hair, pimples, tan skin, and crutches next to him. He must have been held back a few years, maybe. He had on a simple t-shirt and baggy brown jeans. Percy whispered something in his ear. 

After Perce turned back, I asked him, "Who's that?" 

He glanced at me before saying, "His name is Grover Underwood, he's one of the boys I share my dorm with, he's actually really nice."

 "Wait, you share your dorm with more than one person?" 

He glanced at me, confused. "Uh, yeah?" He said it like a question. 

"Huh, in mine it's just me and Nancy. Lucky." 

He looked confused, but just then Mr. Wellinger called the classes' attention to him. We suffered through the whole day of school, class after class. 

Finally, we walked down to the lake, just of the school grounds. It wasn't like it mattered, either. I sighed as we skipped rocks across the lake, all of the throws seeming to hit 2 or 3 times before falling. We just skipped rocks together and occasionally felt the brush of a shoulder. We didn't get to have time together like this often, and I loved it. At one point, we just sorta walked back up to the school and didn't talk the whole way. I sighed that night, laying in bed, thinking of Mom.