John stood in the middle of the empty room, empty meaning void of any personality. To be honest it held more than he'd seen in a long time. A bed, ceiling, walls all around him. And the best part of this was that the room was his. And this time, no one was going to take it away.
He spun around at the sound of a knock on his door, and took a lighter out of his pocket before asking, "Who are you?"
A laugh came from the other side, before a cheery voice answered, "My name is Bobby. I live just down the hall from you."
John stood uncertainly another moment, lighter ready in his hand, before deciding it was safe enough. He closed the lighter, sad to see the flame go, and walked over to the door. One more deep breath, and he opened it.
"Hi, welcome to the school." Bobby grabbed John's hand excitedly and shook it. "If you ever need help with anything, you can always ask me. Or one of the professors. They're not as cranky as they seem."
John nodded slowly, staring at the strange teen before him. He wasn't entirely sure how to react, so he simply said, "Thank you," before trying to shove him back out of the room.
Bobby resisted. "I'm sorry. I'm usually a lot calmer than this. I just had five cups of coffee, a soda, and a handful of candy corn. So I'm just a little bit hyper. Hey...where's all your stuff?"
John rolled his eyes, before answering. " I don't have anything, now scram."
Bobby took a few steps toward the door, laughing. "Of course you do. Everyone has stuff. It's how people identify you're personality."
"Well, I don't. Get out." John gabbed Bobby around the waist, and half-threw him out the door. He smiled as he closed it in his face.
Bobby headed back to his own room, wondering what he'd done to offend the new kid.