And.... he was lost. It was a huge school, and for all he knew their class would be inside a shed or something like the basement. He grimaced and pulled a crinkled paper from his pocket, looking at a class number. They didn't match in the slightest. Great.

His first thought was to ask someone. But a glance at those self confident rich kids immediately made him hunch his shoulders and walk down the hall to a different floor. He wouldn't ask them for anything. Ask a teacher? They were little better. Some would likely be disgusted with his poverty, others pitying. Useless. Conrad couldn't even ask another orphan for help, it wasn't like they knew the place beyond their own schedule. Heat rose slightly in his face as he paused in the middle of the crowd of people.

Oh well, if he was late it wouldn't be a huge deal, just a stupid poor kid who couldn't find his way around. Let them think what they wanted. Conrad dejectedly started down the hall, checking room numbers.