Amy paced. It felt like she’d been in this room for eternity already. And why would they put her with a boy? she wondered, glancing over at her roommate. Surely that was against some sort of rules.
"What was your friend like?" He asked, breaking the silence.
"He had a stupid face and a magic box," she answered shortly. "He said he’d come back for me in five minutes." He’d lied, like all adults did to children. She should’ve known. "What’s your story?"
He looked up at her, a strange smile curving his lips. “It’s a history lesson. Do you like history?”
She returned his smile. “Love history.”