Three weeks, five days, nine hours and 31 minutes had now gone by since his mother passed away. Still, Bertram had barely slept. Even last night, when he had been in his new dorm room. He couldn’t bear to be apart from her, and now he was even further away. Away from their house and the life they once had.
But today was another day, a first in many ways. As it was the first day of class, as well as the first day of school that Bertram has ever had. He wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. All he did know is that before being confined to a classroom in an hour and realising how far behind them he was, he needed to walk outside. So at 7:30, here he was, strolling the school’s gardens.
Bertram spotted a boy who was like him, strolling among the plants, taking his time and enjoying his surroundings. Bertram appreciated that. He watched the boy admiring a golden flower.
“It’s called a Aquilegia chrysantha,” he told the boy in kind, with a smile upon his face. Bertram then bowed his head in greeting. “Good Morning, my name is Bertram. May I inquire as to knowing yours?”
@Edelgard - Marc Erlion