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A New Beginning

Brendon... what a name... For a person who had this name for an entire decade now, it feels too foreign. Although, everything in my life right now feels foreign. The sounds, the sights, the school, all of it feels often novel to me. All these thoughts rushing to my head. Each side of my head floods with dilemmas as I grab my head from the back with both my hands and tuck it in as I sat. All these queries I just can't handle. The tiled floor's hollow underside exposed as it shakes continuously with my right foot shaking above it. The cold breeze of the winds gently caressing my face drying off the waters from it. A frozen mist travels all over my numb body as I continue to cocoon myself from this world-

"Mr. Stephenson, Alexander Stephenson." was announced in a polite monotone voice.

"Ace, that's us." was calmly said as I look my left and see Mr. Stephenson smiling at me.

"Yes sir. " I said to Mr. Stephenson as I move my hands at the back of my head while I crack a momentary smile at him.

"Aww, this is where everything starts sweety." Mrs. Emily says to me with her sweet and soothing voice as I look towards my right and see her wearing her work dress but in yellow and with a green flower pattern all around making her stand out against the dull and undecorated dark green and blue paint of the wall. My head and neck slowly feeling lighter and my eyes slowly wanting to shut overcomes me as I continue to rub the back of my head with both hands.

At ease, I now stand up along with Mr. Stephenson and Mrs. Emily and started to walk to the right to a door placed directly on the wall we were next to earlier. All is I feel is a slight tightening as my heart slowly catches up and overpasses the speed at which my feet moves, the side of my head pumps along with it.

"Alexander Stephenson? Is there an Alexander Stephenson here?" The voice of the man by the door questioningly yells out with a noticeable restraint.

"Here." Mr. Stephenson states as he waves his hands at the moment.

"There you are, attorney. Glad to see you again." The man says as he puts his clipboard down by his front waste covering his tucked-in white polo and dark brown pants and leather belt while slightly nod to Mr. Stephenson.

"Nice to see you too Jon. How's the family been?" Mr. Stephenson says politely and with a voice of joyous concern to the man while he shakes his right hand and touches the shoulder of the same arm.

"Oh, Lily's fine. Although the boys are eating up a storm in our harms am I right. (laughs) Anyways, the principal is waiting for you inside." The man said to Mr. Stephenson as he starts and slowly stops laughing in the same phrase.

"That's nice... Jon, we'll go and meet the principal now." Mr. Stephenson says to Jon with an off-putted smile and a pat of the right shoulder.

The man closed the door and followed us into the room as we walk into and turn right in this amazingly busy room filled with divided tables, each with their own small decorations to slightly tell them apart from one another. Each person within the room either looking hyperactive and tired at the same time or just generally buried within the files they seem to obsess over so much. The floor thinly carpeted floor with a bland and dark grey color, a quite long and expansive room with white desks and walls and an averagely high ceiling full of vent lines set the mood and eyes not making any contact, hands rapidly scribbling away on grids on a paper, feet out of sync with one another, set and combine together to create an atmosphere of stress and determination.

After a quite brief walk, we slowly approach a brown varnished wood with a gold doorknob and gold metal plate hanged on it which says the word 'Principal' I saw. I'm guessing this is where we're supposed to go. Mr. Stephenson, leading the way, turned the gold doorknob with his right hand and grabbing it with the other to open it slowly. He then proceeded to slowly poke his head through the door's opening as it widens.