Vlax just graduated from high school a few months ago he often thinks about collage although he knows he probably won’t go.

“Vlax! Come downstairs!” his mother class.

“Yeah!?” Vlax calls as he runs down the stairs.

“I have a friend coming to stay with us for a bit she has a child around your age, and we both think It’d be good for you two to talk get to know each other and such.” his mom said.

“when are they arriving?” Vlax asks.