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Sean laughs a little to himself as he takes books out of a box to put on the tall oak bookshelf standing in front of him. It was one of the last things he had to do before registering at the nearby high school.
He looks back in the box, taking out a small, stuffed, green eye and placing it on the top shelf. He doesn't remember exactly how he got it, he just knows that he's had it forever.
When the box is empty, he folds it up and sets it with the others outside.
When that's done, he checks the time and decides to head out. He grabs his wallet and his keys and heads for his car.
It doesn't take too long to get to the high school, and before he knows it, he's standing in front of the door to the office. He walks inside and over to the man at the front desk. It takes Sean clearing his throat for the man to notice him.
"Are you Mr. McLoughlin?" Sean nods and the man types something into the computer then turns back to him. "Do you have your transcripts?" Sean nods. "And the other information we asked you to bring?" He nods again. "Great." He hands the small packet of papers to the man and waits for him to put the information in the system.
It doesn't take too long, and Sean is grateful that it doesn't.
"And...there we go!" The man rolls his chair the short way to the printer and grabs a few papers as they drop into the tray. He rolls back and offers one of the papers to him. "Here's your schedule; everything's on there." Sean takes the papers and looks over the information. It looks to be all there, so he thanks the man and walks out.
From there, he uses the map to try to find his locker. Not that it's hard to find since it's in the same hallway as the office.
From there, most of his classes are fairly easy to find; his core classes in one building and electives in another. His digital design class was a little hard to locate since it was in the same building as his core classes, which he found a little strange. At least he knew where it was now, instead of taking the risk of being late the next day.
He is almost swept away with the crowd when class changes, only barely managing to get out of the way.
Sean somehow catches the eyes of one of the students walking by and holy fuck-
The one glance takes his breath away like a cliche fanfiction trope. And like that trope, he's left wanting more.
He's almost sad when the other person disappears from view. It's alright, he tells himself, maybe I'll run into him tomorrow. And then I might get to actually talk to this handsome stranger.
And with that comforting thought, he walks out of the school and makes his way home, hopeful of a future that was yet to come.