Post by Viktor Rogers on Jun 15, 2015 8:54:19 GMT -5
It hadn't been too difficult for the deaf teenager to find his room, despite ignoring the help from the school guides trying to catch his attention. There had been signs everywhere, marked so clearly that even a blind man would probably have figured it out, even if he had accidentally just walked into one. At the dorm rooms, the young boy found himself staring at the numbers on the dorm's door, contemplating their existence. 412? Well, I suppose it sounds right. Viktor searched through his pockets quickly, pulling out what he thought felt like his keys, and fumbling with them until they fit into the lock. He turned, and the door clicked and allowed him entry to the forsaken place where he'd spend the next couple of years. Pushing it open calmly, he was greeted by the cold, pastel colours of a creamy white, white, and more white. Debatably the same environment as a stereotypical surgeon's room, except with more chips and scratches in the furnitures in walls, probably from idiotic lodgers in the past.
Vik dropped his bag on the bed to the right, sitting down on the edge of it and staring at his feet in deep contemplation. He'd do really well at school here, and he'd impress his parents by his high marks. Maybe they'd then take him back and finally talk to him freely, forgiving him for the car crash. Vik clenched and unclenched his fists periodically, before finally giving up and slouching over to hold his head up with his hands. What if they never wanted him back - what if he would be stuck at the place forever? This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been an idiot. He thought, his breath catching in his throat. I could've been performing right now at a local bar, having fun with my friends.
The thought was shaken from his head quickly. He didn't know if anyone would come to his dorm, and if they did, he couldn't be bawling or they might ask about it. Then he'd have to say something dumb and pretend he was watching 'Marley and Me' or something like that. Vik, at this thought that he might have a roommate, glanced over at the door carefully and searched for movement, not wanting to get off to a bad start with whoever might share his room.