Archer rifled through the room, clearly displeased. It was so small! The colors were so bland! The bed felt like it was made of cinder-blocks, and he could hardly fit all of his luggage inside! His parents might have caved in letting him come here, but they weren't about to make this easy. An allowance? Ridiculous! He'd moved from having a bedroom larger than the average home, to sharing this box with three other boys. Ugh! They were probably complete slobs, too. He'd snooped through their luggage, and they definitely dressed the part. Archer doubted they were even cute! Hadn't it been for Faron, his Eevee, Archer might have considered packing up and leaving.
The small Eevee seemed to have little problems with the bed; curled inside the blankets Archer dishevelled while analyzing his bed. It seemed happy enough, but it'd sleep in just about anything; boxes being a trademark favorite. Pft! If Archer slept in a box, it'd at least afford him some privacy! He'd have to get curtains, too.
The staff had at least been courteous enough to leave a gift basket in his room. Among the items inside were three Pokeballs. It wasn't much, but it wasn't like he paid for it. He might as well use them, too! The more time he spent trying to catch a Pokemon, the less time he had to spend here with his idiot dorm-mates. Besides, his parents hated Pokemon – they hardly let him get Eevee. It'd be a thrill to Archer to see their faces when he brought back a full party!
Archer smirked, grabbing the Pokeballs. “C'mon Faron – let's go make you some friends.”
OOC: Shadow, Arc. This is about as nice as it's gunna get living with Archer. emotion_donotwant ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
After some time he found the Infirmary and got a check up. The nurse did find something wrong but didn't want to explain just yet till tomorrow when she was sure. She did explain some things, things he well did herd of but never thought he have. She did explain some of the things wrong but still told him to hope.
For now he wouldn't say a single word to anyone. Once he got to his dorm he notice the letters on the coffee table and grab only the letters to him and went into his room. Making sure the door was lock tightly.
As he flip threw his mail which contained mostly new cooking material. Two letters were from his parents. One from his mom and one from his dad. His mother letter was simple, she just wanted to know how he was doing and what not. His dad how ever... Well wanted to know if he used any tricks he taught him.
Once done he sat down at his desk and began to write letters to his mother first he wrote "Hello mother. I'm doing fine. I have a few... Friends i guess. Not a lot but a few. There fun at least. My teachers are great, one mean. One kind. The gym teacher probably needs to go to the loony bin at some point. My survival teacher kinda cool. In my opinion i think i'm doing good grade wise."
To his dad he only wrote a single "No. I'll never use what you taught me. You don't teach a ten year old child. You'r child how to pick locks and hot wire cars. Yes these skills are "Cool" but also "Pointless". I'm never gonna use them."
After that he just placed them in a envelope and tuck them away in his desk. Also making sure to lock it. He slowly crawled into bed to take a nap to kill time, his cellphone near his pillow set on a alarm.
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