11 Amelia
I was walking out of the stairwell onto the ninth floor hallway, lost in thought, wondering what meals would be in my lunchbox for lunch, when I heard a commotion.
Someone was banging at a door and yelling profanities that would have made a sailor proud. And as I moved closer to my room, I realized that I was probably the recipient of both the yelling and the door banging.
“Amelia, open the door right now! I know you’re in there. Open the door, you this stupid b***h!”
I glanced at the curious faces of the werewolves standing in front of their rooms with their friends on the ninth floor hallway from the corner of my eyes. There was no doubt that they were standing there intending to watch whatever was going down like we were putting on a show just for them. The thought of th
