Page 70 of The Blairville Legacies

“This house was assigned to us,” stammered the blonde girl sheepishly, and then looked at me and Bay as if to check if they could have something against us, too. It seemed like that wasn’t the case because she quickly looked away again, avoiding our questioning glances.

“This can’t be... You guys are...” But Emely stopped mid-sentence and left the room remarkably quickly.

Well, she was in a hurry.

I quickly went to the door to look after her.

But there she was, already standing in the room of these crazy chicks. Her face darkened, and shortly after, a loud “What isshedoing here?” could be heard.

Emely came back out and slammed the door. Then she sped to the stairs.

“Wait... Is something wrong?” I called after her, but she had long since disappeared downstairs. The loud slam of another door made me assume she had been in a hurry to get out of here.

“Very kind...” it slipped out ironically, and I quickly looked around at the other girls in the room who had heard me clearly.

“I think she was just here to see if everything was going according to plan,” the Brazilian one said with a shrug but avoided my gaze just the same.

I returned to the room where Bay had sat back down on the bed and was staring at me with a questioning face. We both had questions. Plenty of them.

The shrug of my shoulders came naturally because I was just as unaware of what was going on as Bay was.

“According to this, you must be Roberta and Leisel, right?” The Brazilian looked at us with a smile, which only added to my confusion.

Who on earth wereRobertaandLeisel?

Bayla, who by now looked even more confused, dug out a piece of paper.

I raised both brows. “No, I’m Larissa, and this is Bayla.”

Now, it was Yin and Yang looking at us in confusion.

“And you’re sure you’re in the right place?”

“Yes,” I confirmed firmly to the Brazilian girl.

The secretary’s office hadn’t told me my accommodations until I had arrived earlier. Somehow, there had been a gap on my letter and I had already feared I would have to sleep on the street. That would have been nothing new, but in relatively chilly Canada, a not so pleasant experience.

“Are you Ruby and Julie?” Bay finally asked.

“I’m Julie,” remarked the elfin girl this time, who so far had only spoken one sentence. She seemed rather silent and reserved, maybe even shy.

Wow, the two of them were really like fire and water.

“And I’m actually Grace...” the other laughed sheepishly. “What’s going on here?”

I would have liked to know that too.

“Then there’s one too many of us. Because for this room, Julie, Emely and I were split up. And another girl, which isn’t here,” Bay said, continuing to study her list.

“She might have gotten mixed up with me. Because I asked to come to a room with you.”

My words made her face brighten.

What was she thinking? That I wanted to go to some boring Canadian girl I didn’t even know?

“It saysEmely Copelandon it?” now the Brazilian girl, who had introduced herself as Grace, wanted to know.

“Yes, and that’s apparently her bed,” Bay replied to her, pointing to the bed on the other side of the room. It was already covered with black bedding and an indigenous looking blanket with colorful patterns lay on top of the comforter.