'Welcome to Maple High School.'
'Welcome to the last year of your life.'
❊ Minutes before ❊
"Don't slam the damn door."
Walter stomped out of his father's SUV, storming towards the gates of Maple High. Were those electric fences? The large "facility of education" loomed before him, a grunt escaping his lips. From his initial view of a school that looked more like a boot camp, he could already tell that he wouldn't enjoy a minute being within those walls. He hesitated slightly before stepping up to the rusty intercom, obviously showing signs that the workers didn't care too much for their equipment.
Walter was startled by the sudden activation of the interface, a voice commanding him to state his name. He mumbled at the directions of the voice, entering the grounds of Maple High School as the gates closed faster than they opened. A thought surfaced at the back of his head, subconsciously intruding his thinking process as he made his way towards the entrance to the school.