The door to room D-28 swung open, and for a brief moment, Gold and his mother were allowed some peace amidst the whooping and hollering of the rest of Gold's future classmates. The students at this new school were far more rambuncious than his mother would have liked, but in Gold's eyes it would make for a fun school year. When his old school had closed down due to lack of enrollments, for his senior year he had to go somewhere else entirely. That was when his parents found out about some prestigious new boarding school across the ocean where a majority of the other boys had switched to. So here we was, setting his giant suitcase on one of the two beds in the dorm. It looked like his roommate wasn't here yet, which meant he got first choice. As his mother started listing off all the typical parental advice, Gold pretended to listen, instead thinking about the year ahead. The classes probably wouldn't be that hard, would they? And the other guys would probably be cool to hang around with. Speaking of, his roommate. What was he going to be like? Maybe he was from a completely different part of the world than he was! "Gold." "Huh?" His mother looked into his eyes, both pairs sharing a golden color, though his nother's were less than amused. "What was the last thing I said?" Uh-oh. "Uh...um..." She laughed, now softened. "Be careful-I don't want to get any reports that my son is a troublemaker. Don't let the fact that it's your Senior year get in the way of everything else." She kissed his cheek and pulled him into a motherly embrace. "I'm going to muss you so much..." "Geez, mom, I'll be fine! It's not like this is my first time at a boarding school!" He pulled away and wiped his cheek, but still smiled at her. He would miss his mom from time to time, but this would be a great year. She smiled and laughed, making her way to the door. "I love you, sweetheart. Have a good year." And with that, Gold was alone again. Now on his own, the black-haired boy took off his old baseball cap and set it on the nightstand as he took a seat on his bed. "Maybe I should unpack..." he thought aloud. Then he chuckled and used both hands to shove the suitcase off his bed, lying down. This could very well be the best Senior year known to man.