The Attic Chapter 2-The Long Boy The school was bustling with young colourful art students. The walls were painted with portraits, landscapes, modern art, coursework of the college students. 'Hopefully,' I thought, 'I won't get trampled here' I took my first bold walk down the corridor, between the postbox red lockers and on a shiny laminate floor. I felt like a million bucks. Mom had paid for me to go here and I would make my stay worth it. I went down the corridor, left, then right again, to find my one. I had locker two hundred and sixty six. These hallways were green lockers, and only a few people stood at them: a young looking girl with vibrant pinkish hair; a tall lanky boy that seemed to loom over the lockers, and just a regular boy. Each character seemed intriguing to me, like I was in some sort of detective story. I opened up my locker and started unloading all my things to inside it when the tallish boy lurked my way. "Hello," he said to me. His voice was an icy whisper. I looked up to him. His black hair shadowed over his face and made his eyes look very dark despite them being a beautiful chestnut colour. He had donned a loose V-Neck jumper with the collar scruffily outside it and a loose black tie. Dark jeans and Doc Martin shoes. Nothing much to look at, but an interesting boy. "Hey," I chimed in response, giving him a wide smile. I put out my hand. "What's your name? I'm Isabella. Isabella Hague" "Turbulence." He said, shaking my hand. His voice sounded almost like a royal brit's voice. "Kirk, Turbulence."