I walked into the office to pick up my room key.
"Name and room number?" The bored secretary asked dully not looking up from her computer.
"Fulton Reed. 417 building C." I told her automatically.
"Take this with you and someone will be with you in a moment." She said giving me a paper. I sat in one of the chairs and closed my eyes. I'm glad I'm not here alone, I never told the ducks that I was also here on an academic scholarship as well as the athletic one we received as a team. Partly because I'm sure they think I'm stupid. I'm pretty sure Portman is the only one that knows better. Partly because I don't want them making a big deal out of it. I'm glad I am with the ducks. I loved hanging out with them especially Portman.
"Next!" An old lady with a wall of neatly hung keys yelled. I jolted from my thoughts and stumbled over to where she was without anyone trying to beat me there. I knew why. People around here are afraid of Portman and me. I don't care but I know it bothers Portman. Portman hated how we cant talk to random strangers with out them nervously wondering how badly we'll beat them up.
"What room?" The old lady asked.
"417c." I told her bored.
"Fulton Reed or Dean Portman." She asked after inputting his room.
"Reed." I replied. She handed me a key off the wall and my class schedule.
"Your roommate is Dean Portman." She told me even though I already knew. I walked out of the office and onto the Sunlight campus.
"Hey Fulton!" Guy yelled from behind me. I turned and waited for Guy, Connie, Julie and Adam to catch up.
"Hey guys." I replied.
"What did you guys do over the summer?" Connie asked everyone then added, "I went to New York and Maine, to visit family and Friends with my family."
"Well, I went on a 2 week cruise to Mexico with my family, had Connie and her family over, and went to Hollywood with my family." Julie told them.
"I went to North Carolina, Virginia, Maryland and Washington D.C all with my family." Guy said.
"I went to Mexico, California and Key West with my family." Adam smiled fondly. They all looked at me. Fine, I'll tell them what I did all summer.
" I went to my room and stared at my wall, occasionally emailing Portman while my family neglected me." I said in a falsely cheerful voice before walking off. I hated it when they compared summers because they always did something big and fun with they're family's while me and Portman stayed in our rooms and emailed each other while our parents got drunk and forgot about us. I knew they would come to my room later saying how sorry they were it happened every year and every year they would say 'sorry I didn't mean it'. I know they don't, but it still hurts to hear people talk about how good they have it while me and Portman are stuck in lower-lower class. I was in front of my room before I realized it. I took my key and walked in. Portmans and my boxes were already in the room. We didn't have that many. Mostly just clothes, cd's, a few pictures and other various things. I started unpacking. I was just about done with my third box when Portman burst in. He looked angry.
"Hey bro. You ok?" I asked gingerly. He looks at me as if just noticing I was there. He tried to force his anger from his facial expression.
"Yea, I'm fine. Just some people on the plane." He mumbled. I dropped it. I knew if it were important he would tell me. He probably got on a fight with some loser on the plane or something.
"Alright Bro." I told him we finished unpacking in silence.
"Name and room number?" The bored secretary asked dully not looking up from her computer.
"Fulton Reed. 417 building C." I told her automatically.
"Take this with you and someone will be with you in a moment." She said giving me a paper. I sat in one of the chairs and closed my eyes. I'm glad I'm not here alone, I never told the ducks that I was also here on an academic scholarship as well as the athletic one we received as a team. Partly because I'm sure they think I'm stupid. I'm pretty sure Portman is the only one that knows better. Partly because I don't want them making a big deal out of it. I'm glad I am with the ducks. I loved hanging out with them especially Portman.
"Next!" An old lady with a wall of neatly hung keys yelled. I jolted from my thoughts and stumbled over to where she was without anyone trying to beat me there. I knew why. People around here are afraid of Portman and me. I don't care but I know it bothers Portman. Portman hated how we cant talk to random strangers with out them nervously wondering how badly we'll beat them up.
"What room?" The old lady asked.
"417c." I told her bored.
"Fulton Reed or Dean Portman." She asked after inputting his room.
"Reed." I replied. She handed me a key off the wall and my class schedule.
"Your roommate is Dean Portman." She told me even though I already knew. I walked out of the office and onto the Sunlight campus.
"Hey Fulton!" Guy yelled from behind me. I turned and waited for Guy, Connie, Julie and Adam to catch up.
"Hey guys." I replied.
"What did you guys do over the summer?" Connie asked everyone then added, "I went to New York and Maine, to visit family and Friends with my family."
"Well, I went on a 2 week cruise to Mexico with my family, had Connie and her family over, and went to Hollywood with my family." Julie told them.
"I went to North Carolina, Virginia, Maryland and Washington D.C all with my family." Guy said.
"I went to Mexico, California and Key West with my family." Adam smiled fondly. They all looked at me. Fine, I'll tell them what I did all summer.
" I went to my room and stared at my wall, occasionally emailing Portman while my family neglected me." I said in a falsely cheerful voice before walking off. I hated it when they compared summers because they always did something big and fun with they're family's while me and Portman stayed in our rooms and emailed each other while our parents got drunk and forgot about us. I knew they would come to my room later saying how sorry they were it happened every year and every year they would say 'sorry I didn't mean it'. I know they don't, but it still hurts to hear people talk about how good they have it while me and Portman are stuck in lower-lower class. I was in front of my room before I realized it. I took my key and walked in. Portmans and my boxes were already in the room. We didn't have that many. Mostly just clothes, cd's, a few pictures and other various things. I started unpacking. I was just about done with my third box when Portman burst in. He looked angry.
"Hey bro. You ok?" I asked gingerly. He looks at me as if just noticing I was there. He tried to force his anger from his facial expression.
"Yea, I'm fine. Just some people on the plane." He mumbled. I dropped it. I knew if it were important he would tell me. He probably got on a fight with some loser on the plane or something.
"Alright Bro." I told him we finished unpacking in silence.