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But the accommodation f*e is about 15,000 dollars per term for two students in a dorm, and 30,000 dollars per term for a single person in a dorm, how the hell am I supposed to afford that? “Alan Rowan!” I suddenly heard my name. “Yes.” I answered on instincts and my feminine voice rang out which drew attention, all gaze were on me, so, I pretended to have a cough. “Uhm… Yes, that’s me.” “Your dorm is in Zenith Hall, Room 270.” The registrar said as he handed me my pass and key, his eyes fell back towards his computer, calling out the next person. I dragged my suitcase under the hot sun, my eyes finally taking in how magnificently huge the school is—and for such a big private school, with eno

This is his house after all. Adom is not sure what he's supposed to do. He doesn't have Alexander number and he feels estranged with the surroundings. This isn't his home; the bedsheets are white not black, the bed is bigger, the walls are bare of photos and there's a collection of Anime figurines in a large glass case. Adom would never be caught dead watching the new Anime. Adom stares down at the black sweatpants and white T-shirt Alexander had let him burrow last night. He hasn't had to be this clothed in the confines of his own house since his parents used to stop by all the time. Adom reminds himself, for the second time that morning, that this isn't his house.

The dorm was nothing like I had imagine, it looked like some kind of hotel suite or a penthouse. Four boys were inside and they all looked like they belonged on the covers of luxury magazines. One sat on the edge of a velvet couch, his finger flipping through a book with silver rimmed glasses perched on his nose. Another one leaned against the blue wall, with arms crossed on his chest and a smirk tugging on his lips. He was tall with bronze skin and curly hair. The third one had sharp cheekbones, and black hair swept to one side neatly, he looked japanese. I turned to the last one when I froze.