 the stepladder, which I was missing. Within seconds, I found the answer to my question.

Just right of the bed was a square cutout which presumably led to the attic. But why? Dorms didn't have attics. There was no reason for them. It would only be wasted space and in these days of conservation, who could afford wasted space?

Pointing my phone above me, I saw nobody. Dragging over the stepladder, which was just off to the side of the bed, I pushed the panel aside and was attacked by a retractable ladder.

That at least explained how she'd be able to get up and down without the ladder I stood on being directly underneath the cutout.

I carefully climbed up, unable to predict as to what I'd find.

And what a find it was.

In what had to be a six foot peak height, I found neatly stacked belongings. At one end was a mattress with a blanket and pillow while on the other was a microwave and dishes.

This was where Meredith lived? I couldn't believe it, unless...yes, that must be it. She's taking the money the school's giving her for rent and pocketing it. Now it all makes sense. She's even more clever than I thought.

I liked my creature comforts, but if you could live without them for four or more years, you could take home a very tidy chunk of change.

This must be how she's paying for those jewels. My mind began racing with other random implications of living in an attic for free before I stopped them. I had to make sure it was Meredith who lived here and not some other student cheating the system.

I finished climbing into the attic and the first thing I saw was a tablet on a small nightstand. I went to it and turned it on. I hoped she didn't have it password protected, but I was disappointed.

"Fine, I'll go through the backdoor." On my own phone, I activated my trusty hacker program, turned on my jewelry and waved my hand over the tablet, which was an older model than Meredith had brought with her to our meeting.

(This older model tablet, which was most likely a back up in the event she broke or lost her newer tablet, had many more advantages to the newer tablet I'd been looking at.

It was easier to get into, for
the stepladder, which I was missing. Within seconds, I found the solution to my doubt. 

 Just right of the seam was a hearty cutout which presumably led to the attic. But why? dormitory didn't have attics. There was no rationality for them. It would only be wasted quad and in these days of conservation, who could afford pine away space? 

 Pointing my phone above me, I saw nobody. Dragging over the step ladder, which was just off to the side of the bed, I push the panel aside and was attack by a retractable ladder. 

 That at least explain how she'd be able to get up and down without the ladder I stood on being directly underneath the cutout. 

 I carefully climb up, unable to predict as to what I'd find. 

 And what a find it was. 

 In what had to be a six foot point acme, I found neatly stacked belongings. At one end was a mattress with a blanket and pillow while on the other was a microwave and dishes. 

 This was where Meredith live? I couldn't think it, unless... yes, that must be it. She's take the money the school's giving her for economic rent and pocket it. Now it all makes sense. She's even more cagey than I thought. 

 I liked my creature comforts, but if you could know without them for four or more years, you could take home a very tidy chunk of variety. 

 This must be how she's paying for those jewels. My mind began racing with other random implications of be in an attic for free before I stopped them. I had to make indisputable it was Meredith who lived here and not some other student cheating the system. 

 I finished climbing into the attic and the beginning thing I see was a tablet on a minor nightstand. I went to it and sour it on. I hoped she didn't suffer it password protected, but I was disappoint. 

 " Fine, I'll go through the backdoor. " On my own phone, I activated my trustworthy hacker program, turned on my jewelry and brandish my hand over the tablet, which was an older model than Meredith had brought with her to our merging. 

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JUSt riGht of the bed was a square cUtout WhICh prESuMably Led to thE AtTIC. BuT wHy? dorMs DIdN't havE atTics. TheRe was no reaSon FoR them. It would ONlY be wasted sPacE and in these dAys Of consErVatIOn, who CouLd affOrd wasTEd spacE?

Pointing My PHone abOVe me, I saW NObOdy. DRagging over the stePLaDDer, which was jusT off to ThE SiDE Of tHe bEd, I pushed tHe Panel ASide and WAs ATTAckED by a retractabLe ladder.

ThaT At lEast exPlAinED how shE'd be aBlE To gEt up and down WithOut the ladDer I stOOd on beiNG directLy undeRneAth The cUToUt.

i caReFUllY ClImbED up, Unable to PrEdIct as To whAT i'D Find.

and What A find It was.

In what haD to Be a sIX foOt peaK heigHt, I fOuNd neaTly staCked bElOngings. At one end Was a Mattress wIth A bLanKeT and pILlow whIle On tHe other Was a micROwaVe AND DiShes.

This was where MeReDITh Lived? I coUldn't bELiEvE It, unless...YeS, thAt muST Be it. SHe's tAKiNg the monEy the sCHoOl'S giving HeR for reNt And PocKetinG It. NoW it all Makes senSe. She'S Even more clever THan I thought.

I lIKeD MY cREatuRe cOmforts, but iF you COuld Live WItHouT Them fOr fouR oR MoRE years, you could take hOmE a very Tidy cHunk of change.

THis must be hOW SHe's payinG for THoSE jewels. My mind bEgan rAcing with oTHer randoM implIcations Of living iN AN attic foR frEe bEfoRe I STOpPed them. I had to MAKe suRe It was MeRedIth who lIveD heRe aNd nOt Some other Student cHeAtInG tHe sYstem.

i Finished ClImbInG inTo the ATtic anD the fIrst ThInG i saW was a taBLeT ON a smAlL nIghtStaNd. i went To it ANd tUrned it On. I hoped sHe dIDn't hAvE iT passwoRd protected, buT I Was disappoInTed.

"fine, I'lL GO through The backdoor." On my own phone, i ActivatEd mY trusTy haCker progrAm, tUrned oN my JEwelry And wavEd my hAnD ovER The taBLEt, WhiCh Was an older MODel Than MErEditH had broUght with her to our meETinG.

(This older modEl tAbleT, WHiCh wAS mOSt lIkELy a BACk up in the event sHe broke or lOsT HeR newer tablET, haD mAny more AdvantaGes to THe newer Tablet I'd bEen lookinG aT.

It wAS EasIer to get inTo, for
 the stepladder, which I w as missing . Wit hin  se co nds,  I f ound the answe r  tomy question.

Just rig ht of  t h e be d  w as asquarec ut o u t w hi ch  pr es u ma bly l edto theattic. But  wh y?  Dorms didn' t  h ave attics . T here was norea son fo rthe m . Itwou ld on ly bew astedspace and  i n  these days of c on serv ation, who coulda ff o rd wasted spac e?

Po in t in g mypho ne above m e,  I sa w  nobody .  D r a g gin g  over the ste pladder, wh i chwas ju st  of f  to th e sid eo f t he bed, I p ushe d the pan el asi d e and w a s attac ked by  aret ract a bl elad de r .
T ha t a t  le ast expl ai ne d how  she ' d b e ab leto g et up  and down wit hou t th e  la dderI sto od o nbeing  direc tly u nd erneath the cut out. 

I caref ull ycli mb ed up ,  unabl e t o p redictas to w h atI' d f in d.

And what a fin di t  w as.

Inwhat h a dto be a six  f oot  pea k heigh t, I fo und neat ly sta c ke dbelongi ng s. Aton e e ndwas a matt ress w ith a bl anket and pillow whi l e on the othe r  w a s  a micr owa ve and dish es.This  was wh ere Mered ith l iv e d? I couldn't believeit , unle ss... yes, that mus t be it. S h e ' s taking  the mo n ey the school' s giv ing her fo r  rent an d poc keting i t. Now it a ll makes  se nse . S he' s ev en more cleve r than  I  though t.
I like d m y c rea tur ecomforts,  but ifyo uco ul d l ive w i thout th em  fo rfou r orm ore ye ars,youco ul d  ta ke home av e ry t id ychun k o fchang e.
T his  must b e how she 'sp ayin gfo r those  jewels. My m in d began ra ci ngwith o t h er rando m implications of livin g  in anatt ic fo r fr ee before  Istoppe d t h em. Ihad to  make  s ure i t was M er edi th  who lived h ere  andno t so me othe r student cheating the  system.

I f ini shed c li mbi n gi nto  t h e a t t ic and the firs t thing Isa w  w as a table t  on  a  smallnightst and.I  went t o it andturned it  o n. I h ope d she didn 't haveit passwo r d pro t ec ted,but  I was  d isa ppoin ted.
" Fin e, I' ll goth roughthe b ac kdoor."On my own phone, I acti vatedmy tr ust y hackerpro g ram , turnedon m y jewelryand  wa ved m y h a nd ov er t h etab l et, w hich was an ol d er  mo d e lthan Meredi t h had  brou ght with h er t o our meeting.

( T his older mode l ta b l et,  wh i ch w as  most likely a  ba ck u p in the  e vent she br oke or l os t  hernewertablet , had m a n ym ore ad vant age s to thenew er tabletI' db een lo okin gat.

I t wase asie r to get into, for 
 the_stepladder, which_I was missing. Within_seconds, I_found_the answer_to_my question.

Just right_of the bed_was a square cutout_which presumably led_to_the attic. But why? Dorms didn't have attics. There was no reason for them._It_would only_be_wasted_space and in these days_of conservation, who could afford_wasted space?

Pointing_my phone above me, I saw nobody. Dragging_over_the stepladder, which_was just off to the side of the bed,_I pushed the panel aside and_was attacked by_a_retractable_ladder.

That at least explained_how she'd be able to get_up and down without the ladder_I stood on being directly underneath the_cutout.

I carefully climbed up, unable to_predict as to what I'd_find.

And what_a find it was.

In what_had to be_a six_foot peak height,_I found neatly stacked belongings. At_one end was_a mattress with a blanket and_pillow_while on the_other_was_a microwave_and dishes.

This was_where_Meredith lived?_I_couldn't believe it, unless...yes, that must_be_it. She's taking the money the school's_giving her for rent_and_pocketing it. Now it_all makes sense. She's even_more clever than I thought.

I liked_my creature_comforts, but_if you could live without them for four or more years,_you could take home a very_tidy chunk of change.

This_must be_how_she's paying for_those_jewels. My_mind began racing with other random implications_of living_in an attic for free before_I stopped them. I_had_to make sure it was Meredith_who lived here and not some_other student cheating the system.

I_finished_climbing_into the attic and the_first thing I saw was a_tablet on a_small nightstand. I went to it and_turned_it on. I hoped she didn't_have_it password protected, but I was_disappointed.

"Fine,_I'll_go through the backdoor." On_my own phone, I activated my_trusty hacker program, turned on my jewelry and waved_my hand over_the tablet, which was an_older_model_than Meredith had brought with her to our meeting.

(This older_model tablet,_which was most_likely a back up in the event she broke or_lost her newer tablet, had many more_advantages to the newer tablet I'd been looking at.

It was easier_to get into, for