Highstorm High

CHAPTER 4

KALADIN POV

The dorm room was small, cramped, the cinderblock walls oozing an unidentifiable slime. The smell, putrid, like cheese that was rotting on the sidewalk in the middle of the summer months.

Kaladin shrugged, he'd lived through worst. He started to unpack, starting with his scented candle, mmmmm, lushous lavender.

He then proceeded to unpack the rest of his belongings which consisted of exactly 4 shirts, 4 pantaloons, 12 tank tops, his prized short shorts, his rocking guitar, a raccoon, and a bottle of Diet Mountain Dew. Dangit he forgot his shower accessories... he could always mooch off his roomie.

Kaladin looked to the other side of the room. It was decked out in Usher merch. Usher was so overrated. Pitbull held Kal's heart. Out of spite, Kal hung up the spare Pitbull poster that he found under his bed. Someone with taste had lived here before.

Kal knew just by looking at his roomie's side of the room, that they wouldn't get along. Anyone who was an Usher fan was an enemy of Kal.

His roomie had tons of shampoo, though, so he could easily sneak a little when he needed to shower.

Kal went to go snatch a bottle when he stumbled on something hard and square, perhaps leather-bound. Kal fell straight in his beautiful face. Ouchie! Dustbunnies poofed into the air as he hit the uncarpeted cement floor. He flipped over onto his back and sat up, dazed. Looking down he saw a hard, square, leather-bound book.

Adolin's Super Secret Do Not Read Or Else Journal

The word Diary was scratched out before "Journal" in glitter sharpie. Just as Kal began opening the diary, the door to the dorm slammed open with a karate kick.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING?" A highly attractive, hubbie material, dashing young man yelled, "Give it here, boy!"

The diary, sorry journal, was forcfully snatched from Kal's grubby mitts. Kal jumped to his feet. This boy, his roommate Kal assumed, was the definition of built. Very much on par with Kal. Not that Kal was checking him out. Kal was just a guy being a dude.

"This is off limits, okay?" The boy growled like a beast. "Just because you're new here doesn't mean you can snoop around my private business! Storms!" He shoved the journal into his Gucci bookbag and stood there doing absolutely nothing.

Kal, literally not knowing what to do, took it as a sign to leave. It was about time he looked around the campus anyways.

Highstorm High was one big tower, it's backwall wedged up against the mountain side. It was an ancient building, cavernous, cold, creepy, complex with it many tunnels. Some may even call it spooky.

Rounding the corner, a voice echoed from behind Kal.

"Hold up!" It was Kal's roomie.

"What could this guy want?" Kal muttered under his breath.

Kal stared as his roomate finally caught up to him and stopped to gasp for air.

"My dad said I have to show you around." He whined.

"Okay. You could literally just not do that." Kal said.

"You don't know my dad." His roomie scratched his blonde head with his manicured hands, clearly uncomfortable with this whole situation. Afterall, Kal had almost read his deepest darkest secrets in his diary.

"Well I don't need help," Kal stated matter of factly. He turned and tripped over a bridge, a toy bridge, that was left lying on the dirty brown floors. Someone had set up a train set in the middle of the hall for an early celebration of National Train Day. Before he hit the ground for the second time today, a lotioned hand grabbed his muscular arm. His roomie had... saved him.

"Doesn't look like that to me, Bridge Boy," blondie smirked, "I'm Adolin, by the way."

"Yeah I know I saw that on your diary."

Kal fell with a thud as Adolin let go of his arm. "It's a journal," he replied angrily, "Now come on, school starts tomorrow and you need to know the basics." Kal stepped in line with Adolin and they marched through the halls.