Blue. That was the first thing I saw every morning now.
Blue walls.
I swing my closet doors open and begin to plunder as if it were my first day at a new school and I’ve got a wad of new boys to impress—That’s not the case though. In fact, school is over for me. Yeah, it’s over for good. Or at least until I decide to start graduate school. I guess it is kind of like a first day for me at my job; I interned there my last semester of college and they offered me a job and an apartment in the city as soon as I graduated. Must have done something right. This was probably the best thing that’s happened to me since that time Brian Callun took the fall for me for passing that note about Mrs. Myers in the 6th grade.

What’s with her hair anyway? Its ridicilous.
The note read.