Graham knew that he needed to start thinking about college…he was a senior, and he needed to look at his options. But he didn’t want to think about it, because that would mean that he would be leaving Malcolm…his home…all of his friends. He would be content to walk these halls again for the next four years if he could, but he knew that wasn’t the way it worked. He figured that’s what Mr. Nadeua wanted to meet with him about….probably talk about different theatre programs he should apply to, or something. He knocked on his office door, but noticed it was cracked. He pushed it open farther to see one of his favorite teachers sitting at his desk, reading papers. “Hey…” he said, making his presence known. 

1. graham-nealson posted this