At first, Kairo hadn't been keen on the idea of boarding school. Like, at all. The idea of going somewhere, a school specifically, uniformed and proper, away from his friends and family, and living there, sounded like a nightmare. His parents were the ones who'd suggested it, and at first Kairo kind of assumed they might've hated him. He'd heard way too many stories of kids getting shipped off to boarding school because their parents were tired of dealing with them.

But little by little, his parents opened him up a bit more to the idea. They told him about the luxury of the school- the really well funded arts program, the opportunities it opened up for musical kids, the credits it gave for college programs, the better food.. Kairo found himself more and more appealed.

Within maybe three months, he was convinced. It was hard to tell his friends of course, he knew they'd miss him and he'd miss them, but..he really still felt like it'd be worth it. Plus, he promised to call them all the time. After a long drive and a heartfelt goodbye from his mom, dad, and two siblings, he was led in by a tour guide with some other kids. The tour guide showed them around the school, a bigger, fancier place than Kairo had ever been used to. He was a little awed.

Finally, he was given a key and pointed to a dorm. Room #280. He went inside and was greeted by a room. Simple, but not..cold. There was a twin sized bed, a nightstand, a desk and chair, and a small closet on either side of the room. Plus a little bathroom. A roommate..

Hope they're nice..

Kairo thought to himself. A little nervous, a little eager.