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Evan walked dropped all of his bags frim his shouder's once he'd entered the room. He was 92% positive he had pulled something in his shoulder blade, but god knows he wouldnt go get checked out. If he did, he'd have to notify his parents, as part of the deal to keep them VERY much in the loop, & they'd be on the next flight out.

Taking a look around the room, Evan didnt fight the enormous grin that was forcing its way through. He was so ready for this step in his life, he could almost pass out. He told himself to not do that, as a concussion would not be wise until he's retiring, & his life hasnt gotten exciting yet. Well, this entire experience is exciting but his sole purpose of this change is to find a 'wow' factor.
After a deep-brain fuck he started opening his bags. Alright guess its just you and me. And yes i'm talking to my new room. Thats completely mine, unless a new transfer inconveniently applys. Time to Evan-tude this room tf up. Okay, wow, I sound like a nerd. And loser. A very very bad one. I'll never say that outloud. Ignore his rant that will last about 2 hours as he hangs assortments of posters, decorations, records, pictures, and a lot more shit on his walls.