I sat in my advisors office as she looked through her files, obviously trying hard to find something that could tell her that I needed to be watched as she looked like a person who always took things very seriously.
"Now miss Brennan, I am Ms. Naylor and I will be your advisor for your time here at Easton. I believe you have a scholarship with sports and you need to know that scholarship students have to hold an exemplary record with attendance and you need to keep a high grade average. Easton Academy does not take slackers."
Ms. Naylor had that cold look about her, she had the face that had years of grief and anger hidden on it.
"You will need to sign this honour code, which states that no cheating is allowed, there is no smoking or drinking allowed on campus, and various rules which must be followed." She said this with glaring eyes, while dropping the contract in front of me. I looked at the paper,
'Easton Academy Code of Honour for Students' was written at the top and as I reached for the pen that Ms. Naylor was holding out, I caught a glimpse of a picture, which was stood on a old, wooden cabinet at the back of the room. It was a picture of Ms. Naylor and whom I assume is her husband. They looked happy, and Ms. Naylor was smiling. I looked back at Ms. Naylor's face and wondered if she smiled at all now she was here every day. Her eyes met mine, "Is there a problem, miss Brennan?" she asked, her stony glare making me feel about two inches tall.
"No Ms. Naylor," I answered, reaching for the contract and signed it. "There's no problem."
After I had signed, she picked up the contract and studied my signature.
"Well then, you can go and get accustomed to your sleeping arrangements." She waved me away and I rose to my feet, picked up my bag and headed to the door.
As I got there, I heard Ms. Naylor's chair scratch the floor.
"Miss Brennan?" she called. "Good Luck."
The 'you'll need' it was implied.
Feeling the hope I had from the journey here rise through my chest, I grasped the cold metal door handle and left.