Rain to Roses

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Wilbur laid on his bed, scanning over the schedule multiple times, figuring out which times classes began and ended. He had pulled out a sharpie, and began writing the times of each period on his left arm, so that he would know when each class was. Once done, he checked over them to check that they were all accurate, before he rolled his sleeve back down, closed the sharpie, and tossed it back in his bag. He would fish it out later, when he needed it. He looked up at the ceiling. It was fairly tall, compared to his old room. He didn't like thinking about home, but he always would anyways, in the back of his mind.

(( JUST SAYING A SHARPIE IS A MARKER NOT LIKE A KNIFE OR ANYTHING DON'T WORRY- ))

Pushing the thought away, he closed his eyes. He thought about attempting a nap, but knew he wouldn't actually sleep. He instead sat up at the sound of the main room door opening, then slamming shut.

Someone was there, and they were obviously pissed. They threw around swears and ranted on to themself. Wilbur got up, slowly walking over to his door, peeking out into the main room. There he saw a peculiar sight indeed. It was a boy, seemingly about Wilbur age, a few inches shorter, but had much more of a build. That wasn't even beginning to describe what Wilbur was looking at. He was more interested in the curled ram horns, fluffy ears, and short scruffy tail that were seemingly attached to the boy.

Wilbur just stared from his spot in the doorway, until the boy turned around and saw him. He looked surprised, then angry, "What the HELL are you doing in MY dorm room?!" he yelled, balling his hands into fists.

In a panic, Wilbur did the only sensible thing he could think of. Turn around, then close and lock his door. Wilbur heard the boy yelling and cursing, and he occasionally heard him bang on the door, yelling for him to come out. He just sat on the ground with his head in his knees, and his back to the door, staying completely silent.

Eventually, he cursed one final time, and Wilbur heard him walk over to the other room and slam the door shut. He stood up again, walking over to the bed. He was exhausted, and decided he should try and sleep while he was actually tired, rather than not sleeping at all later like he knew he would.

He untied and slipped off his converse, setting them next to the bed, then flopped down, not bothering to change out of his outfit. As soon as he closed his eyes, he passed out.

(( Hey guys. I know chapters are a bit short, but I'll make up for it with longer ones, I swear! ))