Short Story- Part 4

 Mirabelle started walking alongside me. Her shiny black hair brushed past. "Are you excited? It's our first break in so long," she said. Her mesmerizing brown eyes contained so much delight in them. Mirabelle was from Japan. She moved to Massachussetts when she was five, and was my roomie while we were at Harvard. Yes, Harvard does teach Egyptology. I don't want to be rude, but Mirabelle was the smartest, and prettiest girl in our group of six. She was valedictorian in high school, and she skipped two years of middle school. If that's not smart, what is? "Yeah, it has been a while," I replied. We turned arond to find Ashley running towards us. "Kendall.. She," Ashley whispered, out of breath. We ran to our rooms, only to find...