You clutched your bag tightly as you wandered through the halls of Evergrove Academy, searching for your dorm room. The building was massive, its high ceilings and polished floors making it feel almost like an old manor rather than a school. The walls were lined with portraits of past students and headmistresses, many of whom were, unsurprisingly, on the plumper side.
Your stomach twisted uneasily. The smell of food seemed to be everywhere, buttery croissants, rich chocolate, something fried and sweet. It lingered in the air, almost hypnotic. Every few steps, you passed another girl, each one rounder than the last, chatting or waddling their way through the halls with an ease that suggested they had been here a while.
You needed to find your room, quickly.
Checking the paper Mrs. Davenport had given you, you found your assigned dorm number: 214. You turned a corner, finally spotting a hallway lined with wooden doors. The sound of laughter and clinking plates drifted from one of the common areas nearby, but you forced yourself to focus.
212… 213… 214.
You exhaled in relief and pushed open the door.
The room was cozy, but what stood out immediately was how soft everything looked. The bed was massive, covered in a thick, plush comforter. A wardrobe stood in the corner, its doors slightly ajar, revealing what looked like an array of uniforms in varying sizes. The desk had a welcome basket on it, cookies, chocolates, and plenty of other sweets.
You frowned, stepping inside and shutting the door behind you. Something about this place wasn’t right. You weren’t supposed to be here, and yet, no one had questioned your presence. Not your name, not your enrollment papers, nothing.
Dropping your bag onto the bed, you sighed, running a hand through your hair.
I just need to figure out how to get out of here.