It wasn't like Benjiman had wanted to go to a school for all boys. It wasn't his choice, yet here he was. Almost instantly, the young boy was making friends, or at least meeting people. He had a very likable face and personality, sweet. His hair was soft, a dark shade of brown, and hung sideways into his bright green eyes. He was almost always smiling, his soft plush and plump and pink lips spread to expose his white and straight teeth (not to mention a bit of gum). In an oddly boyish way, Benjiman was adorable. He was still in his 'casual' clothes, which he was told he could still keep for occasional get-togethers at the school, but was to pick up his uniforms later that day. The uniforms were a pair of black dress pants and a thin, shining leather belt. They were to keep their white shirts tucked in at all times, with a red tie. The jacket, which bore the school’s crest on the left breast, was optional.
Walking with a couple people, he was asked what room he'd been assigned to. "Um, ... 456?"
Everyone went sort of quiet and one boy laughed. 'Good luck man,' He even said.
"What? Why?" They all paused in the hall of the dorms, and they glanced up the stair case in the direction of the room.
'Your roommate is fucking weird.'
Benjiman just chuckled, if a bit nervously. "You guys are funny." He always tried to see the best in people and the silver lining of every situation. After a bit of fair warning, Benjiman started up the steps and finally found his room. The rooms at St. Ritter were quite plain. The walls were painted white besides the far wall, which was made of red brick and housed a small window. Two beds, scarcely bigger than cots, were positioned on each side of the small space with a drawer at each end for personal belongings (and a small closet for clothes) were all the furnishings bestowed upon students at their arrival. Most of the boys, of course, added their own personality to the dorm by adorning it with posters, pictures, or at the very least, a mess---a pile of dirty clothes or a trashcan overflowing with crumpled paper. Using the key card, he opened the door and rolled in his luggage bag. It seemed as though the room was empty, as he did not see another person. Benjiman’s wide green eyes gave the room a careful once over, before taking notice of the two beds to find one without sheets. Benjiman supposed that the open bed was to be his, and so hoisted his luggage upon the thin mattress with a grunt. So… This was home…? Benjiman unzipped the larger portion of his luggage bag, beginning to pull out the sheets he would soon adorn his ‘bed’ with, … if you could even call it a bed.