Snippet #2300360

After standing and waving, looking cute and innocent, I got bored. Then everything went silent. A boy walked in. Smiling, I have a cutesy wave as he left for the bedroom or something. I yawned, and decided to just check in. Walking to the thing desk, I handed the woman the letter, still smiling. She read it over, then gave me my room number. "Thanks!" I said happily in return.

Literally skipping through the halls, I finally stumbled upon my room. Walking inside, I could see that somebody had been here already. "Well, looks like someone looks to draw," I chuckled as I saw all the note pads and white canvases. I ripped open my suitcase, and started shoving my clothes into different draw in to the dresser near my bed. Pulling my backpack over to me, I put my iPod into my pocket, and started to put my books away. Most of them were by my father, but a few were on my mother's art. I'd never truly met my mother. I sighed at the thought.

After I was done unpacking, a grabbed my guitar case, as went into the halls. I was looking for the music room, but I really didn't know where I was going. I passed a room with another guy, and three girls, one of which was half naked. I tried to ignore them hoping they didn't see me, and I walked by. Turning a corner, I set the car down, and huffed out a breath. "I swear if my dad sent me to a lesbian school, we're going to have some words when I get back."