New Look

Early the next morning, a young kid made his way up a series of wooden steps.

He had a nervous, almost sick look on his face.

He made it to a short hallway, grasping tightly to a letter in his hand as he lightly walked forward until turning to face a door.

After gulping, he raised his hand and knocked.

Tok tok tok

Silence...

He took a breath before knocking again, this time a little louder.

Tok tok tok

Still, there was no reply.

After a second or so, he firmed his stance and knocked one more time, this time much louder.

TOK TOK TOK

His eyes darted down as the door-knob abruptly turned.

He gulped again, nervous, as the door slowly creaked open.

Immediately, a rush of bad intent flushed through the open creak and struck the young man, causing his eyes to widen slightly.

The door opened as the young man's eyes met with a very irritated expression of a young man.