"Wilma, come on! Let's go!"
Will woke suddenly to the feeling of someone aggressively shaking his shoulder. He wiped some spit off his face and looked to his left to see a group of five teenage girls in matching school uniforms.
"Teach is going to be incredibly mad if we're not back at the dorm before dinner. We both know you can't be trusted to find the school without us, so pull yourself together."
Before he had an opportunity to respond, one of the girls grabbed him by his arm and pulled him to his feet. He watched in horror as long strands of black hair flowed into his vision as he stumbled into the aisle. As he awkwardly shuffled between commuters, he snuck several glances down at his body. His chest was covered in an uncomfortable, starchy, black jacket a slightly oversized white shirt. His legs were bound by cotton leggings and his feet, which felt uncomfortably small, rattled around poorly fitting loafers. He wanted to pull away from the girls and run back to his apartment but something in the back of his mind told him to fear the wrath of his apparent dormmother.
