"It's a tradition that the old mayor started because her husband loved sweet jam, so for their anniversary, she had everyone in town make sweet jam for him-
But after she passed, her daughter decided to keep that weird tradition going; so every year, on the first day of spring, everyone makes sweet jam and trades it with local towns. Jam favor, my parents called it! Ha ha!"

The driver takes a turn onto a road with street lamps

"Nowadays, people make more types of jams but it never strays away from just jams."

orison: huh jam thats nice I guess you can say its your guises jam * she chuckled nervously *

"Heh, nice one."

Soon, you arrive in Norfolk

The town looked a little dated but still beautiful in it's own right
Buildings were lined up perfectly side by side
A lake clear to the side with railing

Kids and adults alike were traveling the streets; not a single vehicle was being used
Several people moved out the way so the car could pass

The car soon came to a stop at a building that looked dingy and more ran down

* she got out and looked at the driver* orison: t-t-thank you for the ride mister 

The driver nods
"No problem kid, stay safe."

Orison gets out the car and watches it drive off while waving

They turn to the building

They take a deep breath before entering the building

It was just as bad as the outside was
It smelled like something died
Mold was growing on the ground and the ceiling
The furniture had stains on it

A woman stood at the desk; looking like she didn't want to be there

orison: hi there im the photographer that called for a room 

The lady looked up

She looked down at a piece of paper

"Are you a student of-"

She tilted her head, squinting her eyes a little

"Mr.. Ryan's class?"

orison: y-y-yes * she said nervously *

The lady wrote down Orison's name and reached into her desk

She hands Orison a key with "3-5B" on it

"Welcome to Norfolk.. don't talk to me."

orison: um thank you * she takes the key and gose to find the room the key had on it *

The room was on the 3rd floor so Orison walked up the creaking stairs that bended when they stepped on them

They walked down the hall til they found the door with the number on it

"Oh go to hell you dyke!" Orison looked down the hall and saw a girl walking away from a room with a suitcase,"Look who's talking, ya slut!" Another girl screamed, holding her finger up

The girl pushed Orison out her way

orison: oh s-s-s-sorry * she said blaming her self and continued to walk down the hall looking for the room *

A shoe was thrown in their direction

Orison was thankfully able to dodge it, they started to speed walk to the room

They found the room at the end of the hall and inserted their key into the lock

* she opens the door and there was a single bed  a shitty lamp and a microwave and a small old fridge * orison: well its not the best but its something *she said putting her bag on the bed and flopped onto it 

They took their phone from their pocket and called the first number on their recent

Their teacher picks up

"Hello Orison, did you arrive in Norfolk?"