[I'm on my tablet so it isn't as long as I'd like it to be. :c]
A young brunet was dragging his luggage around as he walked around the campus of Glendale. It was quite huge and very beautiful, but, of course, Cole wouldn't know this for his eyes were glued on his phone. It was a miracle that he never bumped into other people when he was walking. Taking a turn, he entered the boy's dormitory. His room was number 18. Fleetingly, he wondered if he had a roommate. Then, it hit him....
He had no idea where his room was.
Groaning, he switched his phone off, sliding it into his back pocket. As he continued his search, he heard voices. Blinking owlishly, he was tempted to go towards the group, ask for help, but decided against.
After a while, he found Room 18. Opening the door, he swung it open and stumbled in. Letting his suitcase fall, he had just enough strength to climb to the top bunk and flop on it, forgetting about pajamas and such. All he knew was sleep and that's all he really needed to know. In no time, his eyes had fluttered closed, glasses askew, as he drifted off. If I have a roommate, we'll have to talk tomorrow morning.
That was his last thought.
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NEXT MORNING
Sunlight infiltrated through the windows in Room 18. The Sun's rays made a heavenly glow in the room. It shined down on Cole, who was quite upset about getting up so early. Slowly, but surely, he got in a sitting position, stretching and yawning. Rubbing his eyes, glasses pushed up, and smacking his lips, he wondered how the first day'll go.
[Ugh. Hopefully my other posts will be better.]