Zack smiled. He made the smart decision of leaving most of his stuff here over the summer, since he was only a few miles away. He only had his acoustic guitar and a few belongings and clothes in a Holdall. He calmly tread back to his dorm, looking around for other people. As he walked, he whistled to himself, a sharp minor tune. He saw new people, old people, yet no one he wished to speak to. He continued on his way, not paying attention of anyone.
Soon he was back at his dorm, and let himself into his own room. It was all still as he left it, posters on his wall, Guitar in the corner. All the way down to the candy and soda leftovers from before they went to the campground. He grinned and set down his holdall, taking his guitar out of it's case. Maybe he'd get a decent neighbour this year. The last one left, for no apparent reason. Who cares anyway? He was a dick. Zack laid back and strummed lazily at his guitar, not paying attention to anything in particular. He continued as the light poured through the open window and caused the dust kicked up by his arrival to appear brightly.