The Hüeller Morgann Institute
The heavy gate of the estate opened smoothly, a soft whirring sounding as the automatic fence pulled open to let the black car pass, “Hüeller Morgann " stretched in golden letters across the bars, The institute's name split in two as the car passed through, driving up the long, winding driveway that crossed a mile of privately owned land before pulling up at the large mansion.
Mikey blinked against the bright light as the car door opened, gaping at the large building that laid before them. In the pictures sent to Mikey that came to the letter of acceptance to the Institute, the school had seemed rather impressive. The pictures, however, could not compare with standing before the majestic red-stoned building itself. It was enormous, the large double doors easily twice Mikey's length. Not that that was much of an achievement, as Mikey just wasn't one of the tallest kids around.
Mikey pushed the door open, stepping into the reception. A lady looked up, smiling politely. Her brown hair was twisted up into a tight bun, horn-rimmed pressed onto a long, slightly hooked nose. She was, perhaps, in her late forties, dressed immaculately in a mauve two piece dress suit.
“Name?” She inquired and Mikey answered. “Palmer.”
“Micheal.. ah.. Palmer?”
She looked up at Mikey, arching a brow before crossing something of her list, altering it, muttering something about a small mistake. For a moment, Mikey was worried, afraid that the lady would say the invitation had been a mistake, that Mikey was not supposed to be there. But after rummaging through a drawer, she handed a key over, a large ornate 4 on the tag.
“You're in room 4. The driver will take you to the students quarters. It'll be on the first floor, left wing, second door to your left. Your roommate has not arrived yet.”
Mikey nodded, taking the key and stepping back into the car that had picked the student up from the railstation earlier. Mikey was a bit early, as most students were expected at 11, the clock only barely striking 10.30 now. The train Mikey needed had gone only once an hour, and not having a car, Mikey had had no choice but to arrive there early. Luckily, the Institute was accommodating, sending a driver over early to pick Mikey up.
The student quarters were not too far away from the main school building, perhaps a quarter mile or so, making the trip by car not strictly necessary. Soon, Mikey stood in front of it, entering the door. It opened easily in to a large hall, small signs offering directions. By the looks of it, the dorms were in the left wing, the cafeteria straight ahead, and a research and recreation centre were in the right wing. Mikey went straight to the apartments, carrying the one small bag taken for the journey. All of the student's other possessions had been picked up almost a week before and were already in the apartment, leaving only the small essentials like phones, wallets and other carry-ons to be taken on the journey to the Institute itself.
The door to apartment number 4 swung open, reveiling a very luxurious apartment, a large 42 inch telly the first thing that sprang in view for Mikey. The room had been decorated very stylishly in a post-modern fashion, with Mikey's belongings and those of someone else neatly stacked against a wall. Two doors let to separate bedrooms, each with a small en-suite bathroom. When the roomie came, they could pick a room. But first things first. Mikey's Xbox 360 needed connecting to the television.