roommates

1.

Dear all,
Semester will start on 15 September. You may bring your possessions and will be assigned a room. You will have 1 (one) roommate.
Congratulations in getting into L'Manburg University!
I expect to see you all at 8.00am sharp, 15 September.
Regards,
Professor Puffy
Principal
L'Manburg University
(Sent 12:37am 31 August)

Wilbur closes his laptop and sighs.

At last, he's got out of high school.

About time, too- he's nearly turned eighteen years old.

Away from the bullying, the arguments, the homework.

Well, actually not that much bullying, since he seemed to be the one doing it.

Or at least he used to- he has no time for that any more, and he's matured a lot since he's last done it.

Still, it would be an insult to say he isn't sorry for doing it.

A rebellious teenager in a completely new environment, what else was he supposed to do?
It was either bully or be bullied, and he preferred the former.

Fourteen years old, in a brand new country that picked on him for his English accent, he picked on the only kid that didn't mention anything about it.

A kid named Quackity.

Well, his real name is Alex but everyone calls him Quackity since he had had an unhealthy obsession with ducks when he was eleven years old.

He'd grown out of it, but this sort of news spread around the school like wildfire and soon Alex's official nickname was Quackity.

Wilbur feels bad for picking on the poor boy.

He hadn't ever done anything to Wilbur, but was always harassed by him, and soon their relationship blossomed into a full-out rivalry, Quackity reciprocating Wilbur's hateful feelings towards him.

Now they are moving away from each other for good.

Finally.

It is better this way, he decides.

For a better image, here's what Wilbur looks like:

He's a tall eighteen year old- 6"5 the last time he was measured- and he usually wears a beanie with puffy brown hair sticking out from it. His hair has a white streak running through it. His favourite outfit is simple- a brown long coat with a yellow turtleneck.

He has a couple of weeks to kill before he goes to university, so he spends it playing Minecraft and taking notes about what's cool and what's not, what to wear, what not to wear, what's trendy and what's not.

All to fit in.

After about ten days he is fully packed- his clothes having been stuffed into a suitcase and his other possessions in a separate suitcase.

He doesn't pack all his possessions- most, though.

A duck plushie he's had since he was a young child.

His phone.

A few books- he's been obsessed with The Hunger Games recently, so he packs those along with another favourite of his, Fahrenheit 451.

He also packs a few blankets, a sketchbook, his pencils and pens, watercolours, two beanies, some rings, his wallet, his ID (and his fake ID- the shock of learning that in America you can't drink until you're 21, unlike Britain where you can drink at 18, had hit him hard) and his guitar.

Well, he can't get the guitar in, so he straps it to his shoulder.

Yeah, that works, he thinks.