Claire followed Raya up the stairs to her bedroom. When she got inside, she was amazed at how empty Raya's room was. There was a bed, a reading table, and a closet that had a few clothes strapped around in hangers.
There was the squeaky sound her ceiling fan made, which made Claire cringe. Her room seemed more like some depressed vampire teen than a half-werewolf, half-vampire girl. No color, just plain. Everything about her seemed odd to Claire, except the smell of her room.
Raya's room smelt somewhat like flowers; roses.
“Your room smells nice, Raya.”
“Thanks,” Raya said. She sat at the edge of her bed, gesturing Claire to shot by her.
“So, why can't we stay downstairs? Don't you think it's less stressful and more convenient?” Claire asked.
“That's where my stepdad stays, and I
