Kingdome Come

Kingsdale Academy

The room looks like it came straight out the 18th century. The ceiling is high, the colours difference from the dark brown wooden floor tot the broken white walls. There is a huge leather brown coloured couch standing in the middle of it all and it demands all the attention. In between all the little non functional stuff scattered around stand some beautiful vases full of coloured flowers.

It looks very expensive, very posh. And that is just one of the reasons James wants to throw up. It's disgusting everything in here is probably worth more than his entire existence. He walks further into the room looking at the floor to make sure he won't break anything. He wishes to just throw it all away, seeing it's a fucking parkour just to get to the other side.

James opens the white door and walks into the bedroom. There are two beds standing within the said room, but they are on the other side of the room, or as James likes to see it on the other side of the fucking country. It's disgusting. They have a huge bedroom, so big that if James was to lay down in one of the beds he probably wouldn't even see the other one. James shakes his head, moves to the bed that is standing nearby the huge windows and places his duffle bag onto it. It felt weird walking on campus and seeing he was the only one actually carrying his stuff. All of the other students had their chauffeurs carry those crate looking suitcases. He had seen the most beautiful teenagers walking on the campus including some very cute looking guys. That's the only good thing to find on this prestigious boarding school.

He had considered to attend a school in America, but he knew he would want to be close to his just moved family. Because of the huge fire in his small hometown last year all of his family had to move to England. It had been rough leaving all he ever knew behind. But in England he had fair chances, people saw him as a smart boy and now he is here. In the best school of the country, scholarship ready to get all straight 100%'s this year, and to James's luck still without a roommate.

In the posh looking envelope he got a few months ago was a rich looking letter saying his roommate was to arrive the same day as him, seeing James is already late he wonders if his roommate will actually be here tonight. Not that James minds being alone, he just wants to get the greeting over with and forget he is the outstanding guy. James shakes his head, stands up from his delicious feeling mattress and decides to take a long shower.

Feeling refreshed and tired, because of the long drive to this inhumanly impressive school, he decides to just go to sleep. He changes into a pair of boxers and a shirt and lays down in his bed. The sun has set and the darkening sky is all James is able to see. He is afraid of what is to come. He has this nerve racking feeling inside him, it makes him want to throw up or run away. James doesn't know if it's excitement or gut instinct, he just knows that it sucks. It sucks bad.

Somehow in the middle of the night James wakes up. First he thinks he woke up because of the ticking against his window, but after two minutes he can feel his bladder demanding attention. He goes to the toilet, walks back, sees the other bed exactly like it was before and jumps back under the thick blankets. He closes his eyes and tries to sleep, but before he can do so he hears a loud thud against the window. His eyes shot open and he sits upright. There is a face planted against his window. A curly haired boy stumbles back and looks like he is going to pass out any second. James keeps looking at the drunken boy outside his window and raises one of his eyebrows. The boy smiles cutely showing his dimples. In a second the smile turns up side down before he bends over and starts puking. James closes his eyes because he rather not see that. The window is slightly open and soon enough the smell of absolute shit enters his room. James closes the window and watches the curly boy getting dragged away by a very buff looking guy with thick eyebrows and cute eyes.

James shakes his head. "Stupid rich people." He sighs before he lays down and closes his eyes.

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