Mablelline

Well since I've seen this genre exist, I decided to go for it.

"Yo! Is this the last horizon institute?" A young girl bursts into the entrance hall through the glass doors. She yells out the question to the air, ignoring the existence of the reception.

"Yes. What's your name?" The receptionist asks while trying to catch the attention of the girl. The girl lifts her sun glasses from her eyes to snoop out the origin of the voice.

"Oh, so I'm in the right place. I'm not sure I'm registered." She finally walks over to the desk. She leans on it, almost jumping to the other side of it, trying her best to see the computer screen, but the receptionist makes sure to keep it away from her.
"The name is Mablelline Park."

The Receptionist types the name into the search bar
"There it is." Already paid for 6 months program.
"Yes, miss Park. You are registered, Mrs Solan has paid for your stay."

"Bummer. I hoped she wouldn't. I don't have the money to pay her back…" She looks at the floor a bit embarrassed.
"Well, where am I suppose to go?" Her spirit suddenly change, lighting up immediately.

"Wait here, one of the staff will come to take you to your room. In the meantime, gather all your belongings." Maybelline looks at her confused, blinking a few times before she understands and chuckles nervously.

"This backpack is all I got." She points back to the chimidan she's carrying.
"Then you can sit down and wait. I'm sure she'll come soon." Maybelline takes the receptionist's advice and goes to sit on the sofa in front of the desk. She throws her chimidan to her side and wait.

At first she sits obediently, but it takes less than 30 seconds before she loses her concentration. She begins stumping her feet, she fidgets her fingers and her eyes jump all over the room. She tries to keep her mind focused but she can't stop it from jumping around between thoughts. She forces her eyes shut and her body to relax. Why is it so hard to focus?

She doesn't notice the woman that enter the room. She has to put a hand on her shoulder to shake her back to her surroundings.
"Miss Park?" Mablelline raises her eyes up in panic. When she sees the woman's uniform she relaxes at once.
"You're here to take me to my room?" She nods.
"You need help with your bags?" The staff lady asks, Mablelline shakes her head.
"I can handle it." She giggles, throwing the bag back on her shoulder and follows the staff into the building.

"Your schedule will be on your bed. You have about an hour to settle yourself in your room, and then you'll have a tour to show you around. Your first group session starts tonight." Mablelline hears her words but they escape her mind. She is so focused on everything around her and there is no attention left to give to the woman besides her.

She glances at the pictures on the walls, all the self support poster, most of them just have some lame self love sentence, all written in capital letters as if the excitement of the poster will make the people around it catch the same excitement. It's anti drugs related posters, that really catch her attention, they worry her. They walls that aren't filled with posters have paintings on them, they look a 3 year old draw them. Mablelline just assumes it's a part of a therapy. Or so she hopes.

And what's catches her eye the most, are the people. With her eyes she tries her best to catch the eyes of the other teenagers passing by them.
Some raise their eyes back to her, sharing a small and shy smile.
But most of them keep looking down or scarier, looking through her. The look in their eyes seemed almost dead. Making Mablelline shiver with uncomfortable feeling.

Mablelline and the staff lady stop in front of of a blue door, the number 207 is written on a golden plate that is screwed to the door.
"Here we are. This is your room." This is the second time the staff is forced to shake her back to reality. She opens the door for her and Mablelline walks in.