Trent Drem:
The boy walked into the cabin, looking around, and setting his new stuff onto an open bed. The bed was small in size, but it looked like it had been used at one point. The initials HD were carved into it, and it was a bottom bunk. Even though for most of the Apollo kids these beds were uncomfortable, they were a couple steps up from sleeping on the ground, like Trent use to do. Yeah, these beds would be just fine.
Laying back, Trent relaxed on his new bed, letting the springs react to his weight. Trent didn't weight much, but he was muscular, His weight was average, but he needed to gain some weight. Several people glanced at Trent, but the boy only glared back. That made them turn around. What was it with these people and their stares? So what, he wasn't the best groomed guy. But still, this place was like home, and the Apollo cabin seemed artsy.
Hearing a step, probably a few feet away, Trent looked up. "What?" He shouted, raising an eyebrow.