Invisible

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I make my way to reception. Most people. In fact everyone is still asleep except me and a few staff on night shift.

"Hello. How can i help?" The receptionist asks me.
"Uhhh. I was told to come here and uhh get something sorted." I say. I mean i wasn't given crystal clear instructions.
"Im sorry. I don't know what you're on about."

"Im new here." Maybe thats clearer.
"Ok I just need you to fill in these forms. Theres a pen in the basket over there." She says pointing to the seating area.
"Thanks." I mumble taking the form and walking to the seating area. Its fucking 4 in the morning. And i cant go bed. But i gotta fill in some lame ass forms.
"Why the hell do i have to fill in 3 pages on my info?" I say a bit too loud. Im slightly embarrassed. But in all fairness. I should be asleep. I miss my comfy bed.

The receptionist must've heard me because next thing i know shes almost yelling at me. "Its protocol." She says.
"Whatever." I say cockily. I deserve sleep right now. Not torture.

I finish the last page and hand it to her. Finally i get my key.
Dorm 114
"West wing fourth floor." The receptionist says.
"Thanks." I reply making my way to the west wing. Thank god i got a map and shit.

...
Almost 10 minutes later i get to dorm 114. Well it felt like an hour which was probably only 5 minutes. I open the door and what i expected to be practically empty is a dorm with five star shit in.

The wall are painted a lightish grey and an amazing carpet on the floor like how is it so soft? The room is tiny but i notice a few doors. The room had no beds but a sofa. It looks a bit like a mini lounge. It isn't huge but it works. To the right there are 2 doors. One i expect to be a bathroom. Due to a sign saying 'loo'. Ive been told its public showers though. How pleasant. -note sarcasm.

I head straight to the other door and open it. Its amazing. The bedroom is larger than the living room and has 3 beds in. All my random shit is already here and put up.
All my dvd's posters and junk are exactly how i would've put them. I mean i did have my room a bit like this.

I divert my eyes from the decorating for a moment to see a bunch of guys staring at me. They must share a dorm with me.
"Hey." I say.
"Hi." One of them responds. "So you're our new roommate?" He sounds posh and deffo British. His hair is kinda long for a dude and has amazing eyes, vibrant green.
"No shit Sherlock." Another says. This one has shorter hair and doesn't sound as posh.
"Yeah I'm new." I say.
"Well hello new. Im Adam ." The second one says.
"Im not called new. Im Jake. But I'm new to this school and boarding school shit."
"Well Jake. Excuse Adam's stupidity but I'm William. But please call me will. And stop with the profanity" The other says.

"Why are yous up so early?" I ask.
"The question is not why. But why not." Adam jokes.
"Moron." Will adds. I just roll my eyes and head to the spare bed which is mine due to my crap around it. I see a wardrobe with my name on and open it.
My clothes are hung up. That ain't gonna stay like that for long.

"Where do i get changed?" I ask.
"The loo. Or here. But we aren't moving. We're kinda in the middle of kicking some Spanish arse." Will says.
"Fortnite." Adam clarifies.
I roll my eyes again. "K"

I take some pyjama shorts and a large T-shirt and head to the loo. Its small and cramped. But i can move a bit. I lock the door and get changed.

...
I put my dirty clothes in a basket that says 'dirty clothes for laundry'. Helpful. I go back to the bedroom and face plant my bed. "Tired?" Adam asks.
"Yea. Ive been on a plane jet thing for over 7 hours."
"Good for you. Im going sleep after this victory." Will says.

As if in queue the game ends saying 'victory'. I get under the blanket and doze off for the next few hours.

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