I have a classmate named Kyle in school...he's so annoying and FAT...and we(the girls)call him 死肥猪 (fat pig) okay,it's just revenge 'cuz he calls us ugly and one time my friend shouted at him in Mandarin,"Go back to your farm,fat pig!" LOL
I find it ironic that you have a nice,slim,handsome guy named Kyle in your story your character is totally the opposite of him...
After school I began heading to my dorm when realization hit me. "I'm going to have a male roommate!" I shouted. I ran towards my room and barged right in. There was Kyle. He blinked. "Carter? Right?" I blushed. "Um... yes." "Hmm... I don't think I've ever shared a room with a freshman before, cool," he said smiling. "Haha... and of course I've never shared a room with a senior before...," I said smiling back. He blushed. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing. I'm sorry to be offensive, but you really looked like a girl just now! I have to say your a very feminine boy, and it's kind of cute!" he blushed even more before looking away. My face grew hot and I looked away as well. "So I'm feminine looking..." "Not in a bad way!" he said. "Ah haha... yeah." "So, do you have any cute sisters?" he asked. "What?! Are you some sort of player? I don't think my sister would ever go out with someone like that!" I shouted. "So you do have a sister. Is she cute? She probably is... I mean your really cute." "What are you saying! Don't fall for me you pervert!" "I'm not going to fall for you, I'm not interested in men. Besides I'm not a player or pervert. I'm just a normal high school guy looking for a girlfriend." I blushed. "Gah..." "I have a younger sister. I think she's adorable, you would think so too if you ever see her." I sighed. He wasn't perverted he was just stupid and doted on people. "I'm sure she is. But my sister is cute too. She's my twin and she looks like me only with really long hair... and she..." I frowned. "Is something wrong?" he asked. "No it's nothing. Well I'm going to get changed and go to bed if you don't mind," I said. "Uh... no problem," he said and he frowned. "Are you sure your okay?" "I said I'm fine. Don't worry about me like that." "Oh... okay." The truth was I really want okay. I still couldn't get over the fact that my mother had done this to me. She cut my hair and sent me to this school. I hate this! I couldn't do this! I wanted to go home... now...