Hope tilted her head in thought for a few moments, wondering where her nickname, Cathy, came from. Then she finally remembered what people used to say about people who talked too much. They were Chatty Cathys. Hope knew perfectly well that she talked a lot, it was her and her own personality. She liked the nickname Cathy, she liked the nicknames that everyone had been given.
This is fun! Everyone getting nicknames, talking, befriending...but I thought I had four assigned roommates. Hope thought, wondering where her fourth roommate was. She shrugged, guessing that the fourth one was probably out doing something.
I'm sure I'll see him, or her, later. She thought cheerfully.
So the students that she had met so far were pretty cool, her dorm was cool, the school itself was...well...cool! So would the rest of the rooms and students be cool? Would the studio be even cooler? Probably so. She guessed where Amaye was at this point. Probably the library. Why spend your time alone in a library when you could be exploring the school and making friends in the process? She shrugged again, she would never understand. Hope would have to convince Amaye or literally drag her somewhere fun later on.
