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Holding his breath to be as quiet as possible while keeping one eye on the now muted live-stream, Chris finally let out a sigh of relief as the ‘Twin Wonders’ finally moved their tour out and away from Independence Hall. Opening the door, he pulled the ‘Broken Doorknob’ sign pinned on it off and tossed it haphazardly onto his bed. That sign was created and put up in a rush when he saw them heading this way, and admittedly it wasn’t his finest moment, but he panicked and couldn’t think of anything else. He might not have had a full-on interaction with them just yet, but when he went down to the Country Club to fill in an application and again when he went for his final interview, he saw the way that they treated their staff out of the corner of his eye and he heard some of the horror stories passed around about them between the other employees.

Having heard that they were the owner’s kids and that they’d be going to the same school as him, Chris figured that it wouldn’t hurt to glance at their social medias to get a better idea of what he might be dealing with…and boy…this latest live stream included, he’s already dreading any interactions that he might have with them. But the pay at the Country Club is really good and he needs to start saving if he even wants to consider going to college next year, so he’ll just have to suck it up…which is something that he’s had a lot of practice with in his life. Point is that he’ll be fine! He’s good at adapting, he’s had to do it at least seventeen times in seventeen different places over the last two years and it’s almost guaranteed that he’ll have to do it at least a few times more, but he has a good feeling about this place.
 
So far, the past three weeks at Edgebaston Academy has been an adjustment, but actually knowing that he’ll be somewhere long enough to actually warrant unpacking his bags has really taken a load off of Chris’s mind, even if it’s just for a year. Arriving before the schoolyear officially started also had the added benefit of giving him some time to familiarize himself with the basic layout of the schoolgrounds and meeting a few of the other summer inhabitants. His roommate, Erik seems cool, he doesn’t mess with his stuff like some of the other kids from previous placements – which is a huge bonus in Chris’s books – and Erik’s friend Noah also seemed friendly enough when she stopped by and the other Independence residents seem amicable enough as well. Hopefully he’ll be able to say the same about the rest of the student body with summer vacation officially ending and school picking back up the next day…

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On his first official school day at Edgebaston Academy, Chris was woken up early by the vibrations of his phone alarm underneath his pillow. Now, while he normally abhors getting up early, this was a good thing as it allowed him to get through his morning routine quickly without much hassle or having to share the bathroom. This allowed him to spend a pleasant few hours just sketching in the dorm’s common room, while mentally preparing himself for the rest of the day. The sketch in and of itself – while well done, with good attention to detail – wasn’t anything to write home about, but just a little first day tradition he developed in honour of his grandmother. Susanna would always make a big deal out of his first day back at school, something he really missed after she passed. So, whenever he had a first day for anything, he’d draw a little sketch of [url= https://media.gettyimages.com/id/10153277/photo/older-woman-holding-a-rolling-pin.jpg?s=612x612&w=gi&k=20&c=2TzHYKQwr97toomCTeX3v5x_H4Ezlt1pw0FLz1gRbc0=]her wielding her trusty rolling pin[/url]- which she’d always swing about whenever she was in a tizzy about something, threatening to take on the whole world – and write her signature phrase underneath it. 

[i][u]‘Have a great day kiddo, if not just tell me who to hit.’[/u][/i]

She always made him smile with that, so instead of just closing his sketchbook and having it disappear among his other art, Chris very carefully tore this picture out and – after making sure that nobody was around to see this – pinned it up next to the front door of his dorm before going outside, his backpack containing a few necessities slung over his shoulder. Most of the others in Independence Hall didn’t have a stellar homelife either, but at least this way someone will be wishing them a good first day as they come and go…

So, overall, a promising start to the day and Chris’s spirits were decently high as he weaved through the incoming throng of people, doing his best not to stick out like a sore thumb in the well-dressed masses with his slightly shabby hoodie and jeans. Maybe he should’ve worn his uniform? No, uniforms weren’t mandatory on the first day and he wants to try to keep his in good shape for as long as possible. Besides, the worst the other students can do is judge him, so no skin off his back. Anyway, he doesn’t have time to worry about that, far too concerned on trying to beat the lunch rush by getting to the cafeteria in Cavendish Hall a little early. He’s not really all that hungry, first day jitters and all, but Chris has already skipped breakfast so at the very least he should grab an apple or something to last him until dinner. Besides, this might be a good chance to step out of his shell and get to know some of the others?