109, 109, 109, 109…
Teresa kept repeating the number in her head. She didn’t want to embarrass herself by walking into the wrong dorm.
What was the number again? 109. That’s right.
She was in front of the door. She put her suitcase aside and took a deep breath. That’s something her father always told her to do when she was worried. Suddenly she felt her hair flapping in the wind. This would happen sometimes when she was nervous.
Should I just go in? Or knock? There might already be someone inside.
She decided to knock and did so as determinedly as possible.
