Back and Loud
Feb 22, 2008 10:39:35 GMT -5
Post by David Monteiro on Feb 22, 2008 10:39:35 GMT -5
David was walking down the corridor heading to his room. It was the same one as last year. He had talked with the principal who was kind enough to allow him to stay in the same room after David explained his problems with his parents and about not going back to Portugal. Unfortunately he had not convinced the Principal to also allow him to let his things in the room, the condition had been he'd put all of his things in a storage room in the building so David was now carrying several bags in his hands, a backpack and more bags with his mouth. Sweating all over and cursing mentally every time he stumbled he thought "I so need to revise my agreement with the principal."
Finally he reached the door that led to his room. In a non so gentle way he put the bags on the floor. Mouth free he was able to rant at will "Uf. I definitely need to have a talk with the principal." He then took his key from his left ear, it had been the only available part of his body to transport the key which was attached to a small string that didn't fit his wrist. Quickly he opened the door.
"Whoa!". As he looked at the room it was quite different from what he remembered. "Huh, so that's why I wasn't allowed to leave my stuff here for the summer." The furniture had all been replaced. The previous one was made of wood of a honey textured color that must have lasted a good decade or so and, even though it was in a bad state, David thought it gave personality to the room. But now it was white! All white! Walls, furniture, floor... well not the floor. "Holly Mary mother of Jesus! It looks like a freaking asylum." David knocked on the bed, a bunk bed actually, and cringed his teeth it was metal "What? Do they think wood is fragile enough for a boy's life?". There was a bed bunk, two desks, one closet, a drawer and luckily a sofa that could be turned into a bed in emergency cases. Good memories he had from that sofa. The room wasn't that big, the previous year David was lucky enough to have shared it with a freshman that gave up under pressure after two months so he was able to have the room to himself the rest of the year but he doubt he'd be that lucky again this year, however, so far, he was alone, no one had been assigned to that room yet.
David was dwelling if he should start unpacking or just go out and see who had already arrived in the dorm but then someone put a techno song very loud. David couldn't resist so he started dancing, using the sofa, the chairs of the desks, jumping, graciously avoiding the bags on the floor, if someone was to enter there was going to have quite a sight.
Finally he reached the door that led to his room. In a non so gentle way he put the bags on the floor. Mouth free he was able to rant at will "Uf. I definitely need to have a talk with the principal." He then took his key from his left ear, it had been the only available part of his body to transport the key which was attached to a small string that didn't fit his wrist. Quickly he opened the door.
"Whoa!". As he looked at the room it was quite different from what he remembered. "Huh, so that's why I wasn't allowed to leave my stuff here for the summer." The furniture had all been replaced. The previous one was made of wood of a honey textured color that must have lasted a good decade or so and, even though it was in a bad state, David thought it gave personality to the room. But now it was white! All white! Walls, furniture, floor... well not the floor. "Holly Mary mother of Jesus! It looks like a freaking asylum." David knocked on the bed, a bunk bed actually, and cringed his teeth it was metal "What? Do they think wood is fragile enough for a boy's life?". There was a bed bunk, two desks, one closet, a drawer and luckily a sofa that could be turned into a bed in emergency cases. Good memories he had from that sofa. The room wasn't that big, the previous year David was lucky enough to have shared it with a freshman that gave up under pressure after two months so he was able to have the room to himself the rest of the year but he doubt he'd be that lucky again this year, however, so far, he was alone, no one had been assigned to that room yet.
David was dwelling if he should start unpacking or just go out and see who had already arrived in the dorm but then someone put a techno song very loud. David couldn't resist so he started dancing, using the sofa, the chairs of the desks, jumping, graciously avoiding the bags on the floor, if someone was to enter there was going to have quite a sight.