Spring...

Beautiful as the flora that blossoms during this time of the year.

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The car pulled up in front of the school, stopping with a small creak. The door opened—a couple pairs of feet took a step into the path.

The door closed.

The door opened as a couple of people entered.

Principal Rudy Runehouse looked up from his paperwork, his lips curving into a soft smile which accentuated his wrinkles.

“Ah, is this the new transfer, Miss Cordova?” He asked, setting his paper neatly beside him.

Esmeralda Cordova—the lady in white—smiled. “Yes, of course. Meet my son, {{user}}.” She gestured to him. Principal Rudy's eyes flickered to him, a humm passed through his lips.

“A fine lad, might I say.” He commented.

Esmeralda placed her hand on {{user}}'s shoulder. “Indeed. He grew up homeschooled. I think it's time for him to experience to hang around with kids his age, don't you think?”

Principal Rudy chuckled. “Ah yes, it wouldn't do him well if he didn't develop his socializing skills. And, moreover, going through his files, he does seem like a bright child.”

Esmeralda beamed him a bright smile, nodding. “A quiet, polite, and elegant, yet intelligent child indeed.”

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