~College~ ||Byler||

5

Will stood in front of his mirror that was on his closet door. He nodded to himself as he accepted the clothing he chose for his first day from college. He really hoped that he was at the same school area as Mike. Otherwise it would be hell. At least he has lunch with Mike and the rest of his friends. Will was still very uncomfortable with eating around a lot of people. Mike knocked on Wills room door.

"Will are you ready?" Mike asked him from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, coming!" Will responded. He walked to his desk and grabbed his backpack that was standing next to it. In his backpack was only a notebook a pencil and a book. He walked out of his room and walked over to Mike who was standing by the dorm door.

"You ready?" Mike asked Will. Will nodded. They walked down the hallway after Mike locked the dorm behind him. They walked out of the dormitory and went straight to Yale.

They stood in front of the entry doors of their college.

"Wanna go in?" Mike asked Will. Will nodded and they walked inside. They walked together to their lockers. They got their locker keys together with their schedules. Mike and Will's locker where in the same hallway just not on the same row. Mike's locker was a row further than Wills. The rest of their friend group didn't have any study that was compared to Mike's and Will's so they didn't have lockers at the same part as theirs. Mike and Will put their coats in their empty lockers.

"So, where do you have your first lesson?" Mike asked Will as he walked to him.

"Uhm, I think it was classroom number 147. What about you?"

"148, we're right next to each other." Mike said with a smile. They got scheduled in a classroom they had to sit in every day. They were standard classrooms for every study. Since that writing and art didn't have much people in that study. The school only needed to make one classroom for every study. Which ment Mike and Will would only leave the classroom for lunch, bathroom or end of the school day.

They walked together to their classrooms and said 'bye' to each other when Will entered his. He looked around the classroom for a place to sit. There was a seat at the total back against the wall. You couldn't even call it a wall. In the wall there where huge windows that you could easily see the whole hallway. Will went to the seat and sat down. Then the teacher walked in.

"Hello class I will be your art teacher for the year. Let's do an introducing round. Let's see. Let's start on alphabetical order." 'please let someone before me. Please let someone before me' Will thought.

"Byers, William." the teacher said. Will looked up to him and he gestured me to go to the front of the classroom and introduce himself. Will fiddled with his fingers as he tried to remove the lump in his throat.

"Uhm. I- I'm Will Byers. I'm eighteen years old. And I- I- uhm l- like to read..." Will stuttered from anxiety.

"Gosh why does he stutter so much." someone whispered. Will looked at everyone's faces. They looked at him in a weird way. In a judging way. At least that's what he thought. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes while he looked at the teacher.

"C- can I use the bathroom?" Will asked the teacher as he heard a snort coming from a student. The teacher nodded and Will basically ran out of the classroom. When he left he looked to the left then to the right trying to search for a sign that said bathroom.

Mike sat in his classroom when Will exited his. He looked out of one of the huge windows in de wall. He noticed Will looking nervously to the left and to the right. He put his hand up.

"What is your question, Michael?" the teacher asked him.

"May I use the bathroom?" Mike asked the teacher.