Grace wasn't unfamiliar with the big green campus like all the other designer clad girls which had shown up that warm September day. It wasn't something she was proud of, she was a staff brat, the daughter of Mr. Jameson, head history teacher. Grace wasn't the only staff brat on campus. Although most of the teachers at Morris were old and grey a handful had school age children. The boys attended Morris while the girls attended the local high school or, like Grace, the small girls only catholic school 45 minutes away.

Grace wasn't quite sure she liked this change as she moved out of her comfy bedroom just off campus and into the newly refurbished dorms which were a stark white. Grace would get to sleep in later before classes, she's be taught by actual teachers as opposed to stuck up nuns, and she'd be much closer to her boyfriend Alec Marshal. On the other hand instead of being the only girl on campus she'd now be competing with a the other hand her teachers would be all of her fathers friends who spent Friday nights drinking scotch talking about their classes the previous week. Instead of being one of the few girls on campus Grace would be one among a handful of designer clad, chemically straightened, trust fund girls. Grace loathed the louse Vuitton duffle in the corner.

Grace jumped when the door opened. She had been spreading her floral quilt over her small bed. "Hi" a tall brunette said, "You must be my roommate! This is 209 right?" a moment of panic overcame her small round face.

"Umm, yeah," Grace said, evaluating her new roomies long legs and small waist.

"I'm Nora," the girl held out a perfectly manicured hand. Grace shook it and introduced herself. "So, where are you from?" Nora asked. She had turned to her luggage and began to unpack her infinite number of clothes and shoes.

"Well," Grace blushed. She was glad that Nora's back was turned to her, "I'm from here."

"Oh, you live in town?" Nora asked.

Nora seemed just like the girls at Graces old school. The ones who rolled their plaid kilts up so short you could see the bottom of their but cheeks – even though there were no guys around. "Yeah, sorta," Grace said slowly, hoping she wouldn't embaras herself to badly, "My dad's a teacher here."

There was a pause; A definite pause. Or maybe Grace was just imagining it?

"That's so cool! Maybe I'll have your dad for a teacher! So you like, know your way around here? I'm totally lost."

"Yeah" Grace said, "I'd love to give you a tour. Wasn't there one this morning for new students or something?" Grace remembered seeing girls in unpractical, unimaginably tall wedge shoes navigating the campus like ducks behind the schools prefect.

There it was, another pause. Ok, Grace wasn't imagining this one.

"I got here late, driver issues." The overly enthusiastic tone in Nora's voice dropped. "God, its hot in here. Is there air conditioning?" Grace was startled by the sudden change in Nora's disposition. "Is there like a Starbucks around here or something? I need an iced coffee."

"Umm, yeah, just, go straight and make a right at the science building. There's a coffee place in the student center in the Grayson building.

"Ok, thanks."

Grace wasn't so sure about Nora. Why did Morrison have to become coed?