The past 24 hours of Rift's life had been eventful, to say the least. Saying goodbye to his parents was hard, considering that they'd watched over him so long. Managing his powers wasn't a walk in the park, but they had made it easier. Seeing them go left a nervous energy that Rift couldn't quite shake.
His dorm was nice enough, and after getting everything set up, he'd slept, too tired to go and meet other students. His main goal this morning was to get his schedule. At 17 he was a senior, which meant he was transferring in. He hoped that his schedule would work out. Rift wanted to make sure that he had some sort of art class — drawing, painting, and sculpting always calmed him down.
He took a deep breath and opened the office door, stepping in.
His dorm was nice enough, and after getting everything set up, he'd slept, too tired to go and meet other students. His main goal this morning was to get his schedule. At 17 he was a senior, which meant he was transferring in. He hoped that his schedule would work out. Rift wanted to make sure that he had some sort of art class — drawing, painting, and sculpting always calmed him down.
He took a deep breath and opened the office door, stepping in.