"Thanks mom," Noah said, getting out of his moms huge dark blue van.
"And don't accept anything from minorities," His racist mom told him, poking her red-headed head out the window.
"I know mom." Noah rolled his eyes.
"And even if they say it's just Mentos…" She continued.
"I know mother!" Noah said angrily. "And don't talk to strangers, and don't prank call, and don't read scary novels! I'll see you on Christmas break!" He said, unleashing a mild temper which he saved for his mom's racist comments.
"Okay son. I love you!" She said, rolling up the window and driving away.
Noah sighed. His mom had just dropped him off at Ontario State High, which was supposed to be an awesome boarding school. Noah was all for it until his mother informed him he would be sharing a room with two people.
Now he was stuck. Who knew what kind of freaks they would dump him with? But he had to suck it up and do it. It was his fault for not reading the form through properly, so he would just have to deal with it, he told himself.
He stood in front of the place. There was a big lawn of grass, with a sidewalk down the middle. Half way to a large brick building was a fountain, which created a large square with benches, and a few stands selling hot dogs, and clothes, and stuff like that. There were lots of people too. They either crowded the benches, or were in line at the stands.
Noah completely ignored them, and pulled his green plaid suitcases in through the glass doors in front. It was a nice place. It had a warm feel to it. The walls were a comforting brown, and there was a nice red carpet. Two staircases made of chocolate colored wood disappeared into the wall on either side. There was a desk in the middle, with a woman with a whole bunch of papers.
Noah approached it. The woman there was black, and suddenly Noah was really glad his mom didn't come with him. Her hair was full gray, tied up in a bun. Red rimmed glasses sat on her nose, which also sported a big mole.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'm Noah Undercoughler. I need my room assignment and all that stuff." He said. The woman should have already known what he wanted.
"Yes, get into one of the lines under the section for your last name, and they'll hook you up." She smiled, and indicated four tables a little ways behind her, and maybe ten people were there.
Noah mentally cursed himself. Now he looked stupid.
He got into the line marked S-Z. He was right behind some guy with a cowboy hat, and a pink shirt, completely undone. It was probably against whatever dress code they had there, but Noah didn't really care.
"Hey, I'm Geoff!" The guy said, turning to Noah.
"Hm," Noah said, not looking up from the book he materialized out of his back pocket.
"Who are you?" He asked, not showing the slightest sign of annoyance.
"Noah," He grunted. He was on a particularly exciting chapter, and he didn't enjoy being interrupted.
"Cool. So I guess we'll be seeing each other around later huh?" Geoff asked.
"Yeah," Noah said, not paying the slightest bit of attention.
"Alright," Geoff said, as the last person in between him and the front left.
"Next!" The lady up there called.
"See yah later!" He said to Noah, and walked up to the desk. "Geoff Rogan." He said.
"Sir, you're in the wrong line." The woman said.
"Oh, sorry!" Geoff said, looking at the sign for what might have been the first time, and moving over to the next line over, marked M-R.
"Noah Undercoughler." Noah said, closing his book and moving up. Whatever this lady had to say might actually be important.
"Here's your room key, schedule, and map of the school. The guy dorm is the staircase on the right." She handed him a key, and two sheets of paper. "Next!" She called when Noah walked away.
He walked up the staircase, luggage in tow. He read the number on his key. 13. Well that was just great. It didn't take a very long time of walking down the hall to find his room. It was low after all.
He opened the door to the room. On one side was a single bed, and on the left was a bunk bed. At the foot of each was a small wooden dresser, facing the middle. The beds touched the front and back wall of the room. In between them on the far wall was a table. There was just enough room for the door to open to the right without hitting the single bed.
Oh yeah, and there was another person sitting on the top bunk. He had on jeans and a tan hoodie that had probably never been washed, with a blue toque on top of unruly brown hair. The guy had stubble, and almond shaped brown eyes. Classic redneck. Noah could even smell the weird redneck stank.
"Hey, I'm Ezekiel eh." The guy said with a heavy Canadian accent.
"Hi, I'm Noah." Noah said, covering his mouth and nose as his eyes teared up, and he slid his stuff under the single bed. Claimed. "So, I guess we'll be living together for the next eight and a half months?" Noah asked, already not looking forward to it.
"I guess soo. It's nice to meet you." Ezekiel hopped off the bed, and held out his hand.
"Yeah…" Noah took it sensitively, reminding himself to wash it for at least ten minutes later.
"Hello roomies!" The door was thrown open, hitting Noah in the nose, and throwing him onto the sheet-less bed.
"Ow!" He cried. The school year wasn't off to a good start.
A guy with a tan sweater with a polo shirt underneath, combed brown hair, and a gap in his teeth entered, with a duffel bad and keyboard under his arm.
"Ever heard of knocking?" Noah asked, sitting up and covering his nose, which didn't seem to be bleeding. But you can never be to sure.
"Well it's gonna be my room too!" The guy said, throwing his stuff under the bed below Ezekiel's. "I'm Cody!" Cody said, laying down on it, despite it not having sheets.
"I'm Ezekiel eh." Ezekiel said.
"Noah," Noah introduced himself.
"Cool," Cody said. "It's been a long drive here, so I'll just crash now, if you guys don't mind." He covered his eyes with his sleeve.
"With no covers?" Noah asked.
"I'll handle it later." Cody said nonchalantly.
"Hey, that reminds me!" Ezekiel pulled a black duffel from under the bed, and removed a small TV from it. But Noah didn't see how sheets reminded him of it.
"Nice!" Cody said, sitting up, all thoughts of a nap put aside.
Ezekiel set the TV on the table, and plugged it into an outlet below it.
"Alright! Now where's the remote?" Cody asked.
"Ooh, remote. Oom, I think I left it at home, eh." He said, after looking through the duffel.
"You're kidding." Noah said, being his cynical self.
"Nah, I can just change it like this." Cody reached over and turned it on. One small advantage of having a small room.
"There are buttons on there?!" Ezekiel cried, having obviously not known that before.
And so began the first day of the rest if Noah's life. Clever huh? And I definitely didn't steal from any given show on Fox50.
A/N: So how did you guys like the first chapter? Yeah, it was kind of short, but it's an intro with no plot. And did I offend anyone with the racist mom thing? I'll change it if anyone things it maybe too racist or something. So tell me in your reviews, and hopefully you'll have some nice things for me too ;)