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I'm really sorry about the shortness of this chapters...

Nick burst the door open, not caring who or what was in there. Meeting Cigs had helped calm him down, and he hoped his roommate wasn't some suck up loser. He took a quick survey of the room, 2 beds, one of which was occupied by Jeffery Sterling. Some blonde weirdo, who had a pile of junk food sticking out of his bag. 1 window, 2 desks, each crammed into the space between each bed and the wall. 1 door on Jeffery's side of the room that lead to the bathroom, as a sign marked "bathroom" in flowery letters clearly read. 1 walk in closet, more then half full with the blondes stuff.
"Nice," he muttered, flopping on the empty bed and staring at the freshly wallpapered walls that had a sickly pepto puke color flower print. At least the bed was soft, Nick couldn't think to the last time he'd had a bed, usually he wouldn't sleep for many hours, he'd camp out on a bench, or a friends floor. He had no idea where his parents were and didn't care to. They were useless, always smoking and drinking and yelling. They probably didn't notice he'd left. Nick scowled and rolled over to stare at the other boy.
He too, wasn't wearing a uniform, by the way, Nick had been given one by Cigs,incase you were wondering about my plot flaw, and had messy obviously dyed hair. Maybe he wasn't bad, he looked like the type Nick would have been friends with before he'd left. But now, any reminders of his old life made him want to puke. Nick felt around in his pocket, to make sure it was still there. He couldn't bring a gun to school, they'd bust him for sure, but a lighter... he could say he liked incense, but that would go against the smell free policy. He could say candles, that was the only way really. He took the lighter up to his eye and flicked it on, and just stared into the flickering flame for a few seconds, and smiled. A sick, derenged smile. The kind the teacher gave you when you got caught doing something. "Hey," Nick blinked at the sound of a voice, so caught up in the fire, he had forgotten the other boy. He sheepishly put the lighter back in his pocket, and turned to Jeff,
"Hey, Jeff, right?" Nick asked, assuming his best No-I-was-not-staring-at-a-lighter-I-snuck-into-school look,
"Yeah, and you're Nick?"
"Mhm, You have a lot of stuff." Nick stated, staring at the piles and piles of bags and suitcases.
"Yeah..." Jeff looked embarassed, "You have hardly anything,"
Nick glanced down at the 2 suitcases he'd brought, "Its enough, I mean we do have to wear these stupid blazers, right? So we don't need many clothes,"
"Oh I love the blazers," Jeff looked dreamily off into the distance, "It makes you feel like part of a team, you know?"
"Oh, yeah, I guess," Nick raised his eyebrows, at least he wasn't as bad as he'd thought, but he was pretty much the complete opposite of Nick. Which irratated Nick, this was the kind of boy who went home to a loving family, and got all A's. The kind, that Nick, would murder, just to see them die, just to hear them beg for mercy, just to be able to say, "Not so smart now, are you?"

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