Authors Note: Hello readers, I'll be updating periodically over the summer but I have a lot of writing to do and I have three chapters of this so far, so don't worry I will update but if there is a big space between them just know I'm working on other works and also have a job to do so this story might not be number one priority but if you people really like it and want it to continue I will for sure work more on it, Enjoy. Also I do not own Leviathan (Not sure if needed but ah well).
/Bing-bong/ "We have landed safely in London, we apologize for the spot of turbulence earlier, enjoy your stay in this wonderful city" the stewardess spouted cheerfully. Little bit of turbulence, what an understatement! That storm almost brought the plane down! I looked out of the plane's fogged up window at the wet runway drying in the mid-day sun. I got up and stretched my cramped muscles and stepped into the aisle, grabbing my bag out from the cabinet above my head. I started pushing my way to the front of the plane past all the business women and business men in their classy suits, the vacationers and returning students, At the front I disembarked and made my way up the ramp past the overly cheerful stewardess wishing me a good visit. Past the gate I walked through the massive atrium-like airport, light flooding through the massive glass windows. I walked out the main doors into the beginning of the fall season in London. Oh good it's not too cold out my sweat shirt will do just fine, now where the hell are the taxis? I saw one pulling up to the curb and hailed it, I jogged to the cab and opened the door and hopped in before a business man could weasel his way into it before me. I told the cab driver the address and I was on my way to Leviathan. The ride was rather uneventful except a few friendly questions that the cabbie asked like, "How old are you?", "Where I'm going to school?", "What will you be studying?", and "What year in high school are you?" To which I responded "15, LSA, I'll be studying Aeronautics, and I'm a freshman." We arrived at the school at quarter to 3. I grabbed my suitcase from the seat beside me and approached the campus which seemed to be teeming with life, that of the student variety and natural variety. I entered through the main doors, and walked down the schools hallway to the main office to get my dorm room number and key. As I walked I noticed a lot of students already here and many seeming already at home and hanging out in the little clicks that form the first day or from years of knowing one another. I suddenly became very aware of the fact that I didn't have time to bind my chest before I left Glasgow. I hope the bagginess of the sweat shirt will compensate for what's there. Not that I have much there to begin with it's just for assurance. I walked into the spotless office and asked the elderly yet strangely upbeat secretary what dorm I'd be in.
"What's your name?" she asked
"Dylan Sharp" I responded confidently
"You're in room 210 in the Goethe building, It's the tall brick building with the all the kites on top across the court yard and on the second floor."
I nodded and walked out of the office and down the spacious crowded hallways and into the courtyard. It was a small courtyard filled with small patches of flowers and a quaint fountain in the middle and a few benches here and there. There were a few students milling around and one or two just lying down and reading. Maybe later I could come out here and sketch sometime, it seems peaceful enough. But then a massive group of guys burst into the courtyard pushing and shoving each other while laughing at each other's stupid jokes. I rolled my eyes and walked across the court yard into the dorms the common room. As common rooms go this one was relatively large and roomy, plushy black and red sofas and arm chairs scattered all over. I made my way across the nicely carpeted floors to the stair well. The climb was rather steep up the concreted stairs, which were in stark contrast to the carpet of the commons. I made my way past the many rooms that lined either side of the hall and found room 210. It was located two doors away from the bathroom, that's good; it'll be easier to get in and out before everyone else. I turned the key and unlocked the door; I pushed the door open and walked in.
"Hello?" I said cautiously. The boy who seemed to be putting away his clothes whirled around his shortish red hair catching the sunlight streaming through the window, his green eyes giving me a quick once over. He gave me a smile and extended his hand saying
"Hello, my name is Alek I guess we'll be rooming together."