Disclaimer: If I were Michael Buckley, Book 7 would be out already.

Puck couldn't remember a better moment in his life. Not even pelting Shakespeare with glop grenades could beat this. It was all because of the girl he was kissing: Sabrina Grimm. To his discontent, their kiss was ended by a rapid stop of the bus they were riding. They had reached their destination: Made Up University in Pretend City. They wandered up to a table where people would be directed to their dorms or whatever else they could think of. A woman with chubby cheeks greeted them when it was their turn to ask for their dorm addresses. "Oh, hello! What are your names?" she asked them chipperly. "Uh, yeah, I'm Puck Goodfellow, and this is Sabrina Grimm," Puck told the woman. "You may call me Lulu." The lady told them as she handed them sheets of paper with directions to their dorms. "Where's your dorm?" Sabrina questioned her boyfriend. Puck looked down at his paper. "Rockford Building, 8th floor, room 864" A pleasantly surprised look crossed Sabrina's face. "I'm your next-dorm-neighbor, then. " Sabrina declared, smiling. They walked up to their dorms together until they reached their doors. Sabrina kissed Puck goodbye and walked into her room. She saw a girl with dark black hair with scarlet streaks running through it with black and red attire. She was sprawled out across a red couch glaring at Sabrina as if she'd just spit in her face. "Um, hi," was all Sabrina managed to get out. The girl's dark eyes turned to slits as she grabbed Sabrina's wrists and dragged her down to the rooming counselor's office. "I paid extra for me to have my own room, and this kid shows up!" Sabrina's roomie howled at the counselor. The counselor (Ms. Diploma) pushed her rectangular glasses up to her eyes and began speaking. " Miss Drena Vladimir, I understand that you detest having a 'roomie', but we had nowhere else to put her," Ms. Diploma explained. Drena screamed and stormed off. "Miss Sabrina Grimm, Drena is rough along the edges, but she doesn't bite," Ms. Diploma comforted Sabrina. Little to Sabrina's knowledge, Ms. Diploma was horribly wrong.