The boy across the hall.  Killed his roommate.  Eats him slowly every day.  Never shows not one drop of blood.  The kid across the hall is weird.  He plays the piano. He is artistically crafted.  He doesn’t go out but stays up late.  The kid across the hall eats his roommate slowly, piece by piece every night.  The kid across the hall misses home.  He never really had a good home but he at least knew someone there.  Here the only person he knew, He ate.  The kid across the hall doesn’t even want friends.  He’s happy with himself.  He said hell play his video games, do his work and hell be fine.  In and out.