I stared at the huge structure with its looming stone walls and wondering once again what I was doing there. Everything screamed money, and heritage, and every arch appeared to questioning my right to tread these hallowed grounds. Staring at the ground I quickly walked in, half expecting someone to shut the gates on me at any moment.
As I walk through the hallways I notice the furtive stares directed my way. Everyone noticed the strange boy, yet no one seemed to care that I looked lost and uncomfortable. If only I could turn invisible, at least until I found the others like me. The school had a 15% reservation for economically challenged meritorious students, so I couldn’t possibly be the only misfit here.
Suddenly someone tapped my shoulder. “You look new. Would you like me to show you around?” she asked, and with that sweet voice my day immediately got a thousand times better.
In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers’ 119th challenge based on a photo provided by The Magicsticgoldenrose