Nobody was outside. The stoop next to the steps leading to Marshall Hall was vacant except for a couple of crows pecking on leftover chicken bones. I assumed everyone was already in their dorm meetings, but I didn’t think we would be the last two to make it to ours.I was right and wrong. Everyone else was in their dorm meetings and we were the last two to stroll into ours. The room was slightly musty, filled with about three hundred guys, most wearing cutoff T-shirts and flip-flops. The fact that there was only one way in and one way out made sneaking in impossible. As I got closer, I overheard Varnelius talking about curfews. He was wearing a purple T-shirt with a red V in the middle, mirroring the Superman logo. It had the word “Man” written underneath in gold. As we neared the entrance, Fresh and I looked at each other. Without speaking, we decided to split up. I veered to the right side of the room, while Fresh tried to blend in with the left side of the crowd. The damn feather in his Dobb hat blew our cover.
