1st September 2013, 08:00 am.
Cars and buses flooded the single road in and out of the Bath Boarding House, driving up the gravel road to the Old School Building. Tall and proud, the building was constructed of the unique Bath stone, a yellowy coloured sandstone. Before it was a large roundabout with the turn offs marked with building names. The third turning led to the school's academic building complex, the first turning to the dorm buildings and the second turning to the Old School Building.
All vehicles took the first turning, heading off towards the dormitory buildings. Each of the four dorms stood on its own estate complete with recreational facilities surrounding it such as indoor swimming pools, football pitches and stables. Bus routes connected the dormitories to one another, the Old School Building which opened only for receptions or organised events and the academic complex. Each of the dorms had a name: House Nadder, House Wyle, House Avon and House Ebble. Inside each of the dorms pupils were given room keys and dropped off their luggage for it to be moved to their rooms by the attendants. Parents left and the pupils were directed to the reception in the Old School Building welcoming new students and old students alike to the new term.
1st September, 08:30 (House Nadder)
"Are you okay if we go now, Julius? Do you have everything you need?" Both his parents wore their fake smiles, fear and worry etched deep underneath them. He hated that expression; it had haunted their faces since the accident two months ago. The wheelchair he sat in was a memento of that accident and its mere existence served to remind them of the terrible fate which very nearly occurred. Smiling, he nodded to them.
"Of course, the dorm has everything I could want and the staff and other guys and gals will look after me. I'll stay in contact though, let you know how I'm getting on." That seemed to reassure them a little and after a few moments' of saying farewell his parents drove off. Turning his wheelchair around he wheeled himself towards the bus stop. The regular bus was already waiting with a ramp out, the bus being one of those new models where the ramp automatically unfolded itself when the doors opened regardless of whether a disabled person was getting on or not. Luckily the vehicle was fairly empty although Julius did have to awkwardly ask a pair of boys sitting on the seats in the wheelchair area if they could move.
Arriving at the Old School Building Julius found himself being guided by a member of staff up a separate ramp entrance rather than through the main oak double doors, accessible only by steps. This reduced the grandeur of the entry somewhat but he had already walked through those doors twice now, this being his third year at the school. Inside the large hall rows upon rows of fold out chairs were lined up, largely unfilled. A name tag was on each of the chairs with signs at the end of each row announcing the age group and class of those who sat there. Julius found his position where a seat had been removed, making space for his wheelchair without marking him out too much in comparison to the other students. He wheeled himself into the space at the end of the row. No one had arrived yet from his class so he sat and waited as people began to file into the hall.