Hot's First Year. Episode 4.

“See you later,” I said to Red Star. I stood up, picked up my suitcases and joined the other three girls as we followed Miss Burnout out of the hall, and straight ahead, up a flight of stairs.
She took us along a corridor, past two rooms, which I guessed were all the dormitories.
Miss Burnout took us into the third one along.
The door was a simple wooden door, painted white, with a sign that was nailed in. The sign had four names on: Flame. Fox. Ginger. Hot.
Miss Burnout opened the door and we all followed her in. The room was quite big, with same yellow walls and the same photos of the women in the corridors. There were four beds, two on either side of the room, each with a bedside table with a lamp on it. The two beds on the left side belonged to Flame and Fox, and the two on the right side belonged to Ginger and myself.
“Welcome to your dormitory, girls,” smiled Miss Burnout. “Now, seeing as it’s nearly tea-time, there’s no point in starting lessons now. Lessons start tomorrow at nine AM sharp. But you will meet in my classroom at eight AM, where I will give you a talk and a timetable. My classroom is downstairs, past the Hall. Breakfast will be in the hall between seven and seven-thirty AM. Now, goodbye, I must tend to the last group of girls.” She shut the door behind her.
I took my two suitcases over to the right side of the room, and plonked them onto the bed with my name sewn on the quilt.
A ginger-haired girl with yellow horns plonked her suitcases on the bed next to mine.
“Hi,” she smiled. “I’m Ginger. But then you’ve probably guessed that from the name sewn on my quilt. And because I’ve got ginger hair.”
“I’m Hot,” I replied. I pointed to my bed. “Obviously.”
Ginger giggled. I decided I quite liked Ginger. She had a jolly sort of face, like she was always up for a laugh.
I turned my attention to the other two girls. They both had shoulder-length blonde hair, which they both kept down and both had ginger horns poking out. They both looked identical.
“Are you two related?” I asked.
They both turned and looked at me.
“Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to sound rude…”
“No, it’s ok,” said the one on the left. “I’m Flame, and this is my sister Fox. We’re twins.”
“Cool,” Ginger joined in.
We all went back to unpacking our suitcases and sorting our clothes into the drawers that our bedside tables provided, when there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” all four of us chorused.