Chapter 8

Early morning, feeling well rested; he started his day, he took extra care getting ready today, he had a hunch, that today would be a great day.

Wearing a nice pair of black jeans, a black T-shirt with a plain black jacket; a black watch as an accessory, and lastly a pair of sneakers.

He had a good breakfast, with blood as morning juice. Looking at the time he decided to head out.

Keeping with the theme, he hoped on his black bicycle- he didn't own a bike- to be honest he could just run to school; but discarded that thought, just used his cycle.

While pedaling, his thoughts drifted to all the expenses he as to deal with, although he did have his parents' money after their passing.

Most of the funds will be needed for school and college, some for household bills and the rest can be considered an emergency stash.

Soon he needs to find some kind of job, and also spend some money on investments; even if it's a little risky, companies that had been successful in his world can also do well in this, so it's worth a try.

Shortly after he reached school; Angela texted him wanting to accompany him and show him around, but he declined and replied he could manage on his own.

Finding the school wasn't difficult, just off the highway. It was just like in movies, a collection of matching houses, which gave off the feeling like he was entering a movie set.

The school had a vast difference from his old school, which felt more like school than this place, they also had a lot more outdoor space aside from parking that is.

He parked in front of the first building and made sure to lock it and entered the front office.

Inside, it was brightly lit and warm. The office was small; with a little waiting area, and various awards on the walls.

He directly made a beeline towards the only woman present there, a red-haired wearing glasses.

The red-haired woman looked up little dazed.

*cough*

"oh, Can I help you dear?" finally regained her senses.

"I'm Ian Griffin Weber," he informed her and saw the immediate awareness in her eyes.

" My condolence, dear " she voiced her compassion.

" It's quite alright " he gave her a small smile of appreciation. " can I get my schedule Ms. Cope " he continued.

"of course, just call me Shelly dear," she said.

While digging through a stacked pile of documents on her desk till she found the ones she was looking for.

"I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school." She brought several sheets to the counter.

She went through his classes for him, highlighting the best route to each on the map- which he was thankful for; and gave him a slip to have each teacher sign, which he was to bring back at the end of the day.

Giving a last smile, he exited the office. He took a look at his timetable-

History

English

maths

Arts

Gym

Not too much pressure it seems, then it looked like he had lunch with the main cast.

He was a senior, so that would make this his last year before college.

Following the crowd, he reached his designed block and entered his first class- History.

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As I was sick- if any of you find a mistake, please inform me.

Try to be polite, thank you.