[center][h1][color=39b54a]Erik Fieldson[/color][/h1][/center]

Erik brought the conversation with the small group of new peers to a close, wringing a final laugh from the group before turning away and walking closer to the elderly woman near the gates of Pine Hills Academy. He focused on his face and put on the expression of a friendly, excited new student. The grin he had chosen, conveyed equal parts nerves and charm, allowing him to project an affable air while still attracting the attention of some of the other students. Word had already begun to spread that he was the new scholarship student, brought here for his intelligence. Erik had spent the greater part of the morning meeting and greeting amongst the incoming students, setting himself up with a good reputation as soon as possible. He smiled at several students he had met earlier in the day, navigating his possessions through the small sea of high end suitcases and bodies.

This was it. Erik had finally set himself up for success and made it into the realm of the elites, soon to enter their reality. The prestige of attending Pine Hill Academy would almost guarantee admission into any college he desired and the connections he would form with the wealthy students could prove vital for becoming a major success. Erik prided his accomplishment and his foresight to prepare his future, after all what students could resist becoming his friends? With a confident smile, Erik put his hand out to shake the hand of the woman in front of the gate.

[color=39b54a]"Hi there, it looks like you are in charge of registration. It is a pleasure to meet you! My name is Erik Fieldson. The scholarship letter said we should let you know when we arrive."[/color]