Outside Room 101

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Sam adjusted her denim skirt, worried that it was a little too short. Her hair was wet and tied back in a ponytail (she definitely needed to find someone who was able to cut that mop into something attractive before the dance, but it was too late to worry about it now). Her short-sleeved, scoop-necked sweater was blue and was made of some kind of fuzzy material that she couldn't remember the name of. It just met her waistband--she definitely needed to find taller friends from whom to borrow clothes.

She smoothed her hair into place one last time, then knocked on the door.