People applied from all over the country for a chance at this school.People applied from all over the country for a chance at this school. For some the cost didn't even matter. They would sell their soul to pay to go to Marcourt. A couple of Mitchell's friends had applied as well and hadn't gotten in, and Mitchell would miss those friends, but he looked forward to the new ones he would make and the freedom college offered. They pulled up outside Parson Hall where young men in shorts and T-shirts, or some just in shorts, entered the front door with arms full of boxes. Similar residents came out with arms empty, ready for the next load. Friends and parents milled about helping them move in. "This is it?" Claire, Mitchell's mother, asked skeptically. "Yep. This is where I'll be living," Mitchell answered happily, getting out of the car. "Let's get you checked in," William suggested. Mitchell nodded and entered the building with his father and mother following. Once inside, Mitchell could smell the fresh paint and smiled at the clean and new-looking interior. "See, Mom, it's not that bad," Mitchell said. "But darling, it was built in 1951," Claire protested, reading the plaque beside the doors. Mitchell ignored her and went to the desk and got checked in. They were shown to his room which was located on the second floor and three doors down from the bathrooms. Mitchell noticed someone was moving in right next door to him. "Hi," the guy greeted him. "Hi," Mitchell said. He forced his eyes to keep from straying to the guy's bare chest or crotch where his penis was clearly outlined in the tight shorts. He was really cute with short brown hair and bangs which lifted and then fell to the right. He had warm brown eyes set in a handsome squarish masculine face. His broad bare chest was hairless and well-developed with squared pectorals and muscles etched into his stomach. |