'Where do the rest of the clothes go?' 

'Tooba!' squezed avoice nudging me awake, i stared at her. It was a girl, blond hair. 'Where are the rest of you? Do i not require full attendence on Mondays?  You, come here this instant, what are those? Is that what your running in this morning?' 

'Ge up, the house officer is her!' the blond repeated, grabbing my arm and pushing me into the room and handing me clothes. 'What?' was all my brain could form. 'A minuete, not even that, change and get out that, or she'll come for you, am not even joking, she's in an awfully bizzare moood, what are you doing move lady, pushing me to the bathroom. 

She handed me a tracksuit. 

Changing and quickly leaving, pair of trainers were thrown at me, which i faild to catch. Putting them on quickly, i folllowed the blonde out, into what looked like a vast hall. All the faces turned to me, and my shoelaces were appparently undone, not done well, becoming the centre of attention. This was awkward, i instantly, got down to redo them, feeling the whole lot of continuous stares at me, loud and unwelcome.