“What the hell is that sound?” I murmured, rubbing my already sore eyes and trying to figure out what the noise is.
“Argh! For hell’s sake shut up I’m tired!” I shouted.
The noise intensified.
“Will you… Just go away dammit, worse than a ugly Tedlo.” I persisted. I put a pillow on my head and shut my eyes, expecting it to go away.
“AAAAAAAAAAARGH! GO. AWAY. STOP!” I screamed, as the noise grew.
“That’s it!” I got up in a mess, stretching for my belt, which I gripped firmly, ready to strangle the thing. I made my way around the wall, ready to kill. All of a sudden, an old woman of colour came slowly dancing in, earphones in and using a Tedlo. She realised the room wasn’t left, and looked at me in shock.
“Oh my!” She squawked and turned off the Tedlo whilst looking me head to toe. It was at this moment I realised I was stark naked, wearing nothing apart from a sock on my left foot.
“Oh! I’m so sorry!” I appealed, whilst grabbing the duvet to obscure her view, wrapping it around tightly. We both stared at each other for what seemed like forever. She hesitated before asking, looking at me, to the door, and back to me in astonishment.
“Son, what are you doing? I thought you had gone ages ago. I am terribly sorry, I will give you your space. Aleo to you.” She walked out of the room, this time not dancing.
Typical. I was rudely awoken to a woman who invaded my room. What nonsense. I took out my phone from in my trouser pocket, which was dumped on the floor in a plea to sleep, and checked the time. To my absolute horror, it was 9:03 AM. I swore, multiple times. I looked around with a delay, and rushed to put my uniform on, which was sprawled everywhere. I could just hear my mother yelling at me from across the globe. The thoughts then brought me to acknowledging the memories of my family and my house, which I will eventually return to at the end of the school term. The thoughts of the glistening Lamberta made me regret my decision to travel this far away from home. Moaning, I shrugged it off whilst struggling to pull my trousers up, which had got somewhat stuck.
“Stupid trousers.” I laughed to myself.
After what felt like several hours of painstakingly applying my wear, I picked up my suitcases up and paced out of my room with the look of distress still printed on the woman’s face.
As I started to make my way down the stairs, the faint beeping sound, followed by a very angry receptionist lit the mood. I picked up my pace and stormed out of the complex. I was greeted to a very frustrated taxi driver who shouted at me several times.
“DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN WAITING. DO YOU KNOW!” He held me up with a stare that touched my soul.
“I’m sorry sir.”
“Shut up and get in, you’re lucky your father told me to wait at least two hours. I am still getting paid normal for this.” He exclaimed. I shut my things in the boot, ripped open the door and plunged in, and with that the taxi sped off.
I arrived at the gates with the concerning look of a middle aged man, waiting silently against a wall.
“Oi mate” He shouted.
“Oi, oi. Stop.” He ordered, staring at me, before I could get near the building I was staring at myself.
“Ok, what do I have to prove?” I dug out my Birth Certificate, TEP Citizenship Passport, as well as several other forms of identification.
“Mate, I was joking.” Whilst still studying my body language. “I know who you are. I’m Mr. Blake, or you can call me Smit. I’m the senior in charge of students who are late.” He grumbled, with the last words raised in tone. “Get in there, before I shoot you.”
With that I looked at him, he looked at me, smiled, pointed a finger out at me and pretended to fire.
“Pow. Pow pow. You’d be a dead man.” He laughed.
I jogged on, preferring not to speak, but gave him a nod.
I struggled to hoist my notebook out, which read clear instructions on where to go. I came to a halt whilst reading. A very faint voice shouted;
“Pow pow pow,” Followed by almost unrecognisable laughter. I worked my way up the stairs to a corridor, where a boy had been knocked over on the floor, followed by a girl who ran into her dorm.
“Hmm.” I walked over to the guy, who had addressed himself as Alexi whilst bleeding.
“Hello Alexi, my name’s Sam, everything alright?” I patted him on the back at least harder than I’d have wanted. Before he could speak, I apologised.
[spoiler][th colspan=“2”]Samminel Johannes[/th]Age18Height1.87mEyesGrey-GreenHairThick, wavy and moderately dark blonde. Ring finger in length, styled.Financial statusRich (descendant to Queen Florence II and son of Walter Johannes (Prime Minister of the United Kingdom))[/spoiler][edit_reason]I incorrectly spelt his surname, doesn’t make sense for one ‘n’ if his father has two. [/edit_reason]