Chapter 3 New Friend

At Wayford High, Ethan saw a familiar face, a ghost from his previous life it was Thomas. Thomas used to attend the same private school as me back in Metropolis. Ethan wasn't close to Thomas in any way he just knew they attended the same school once and still. Ethan went to introduce himself to Thomas with hopes of making a new friend. He sat across at Thomas during lunch break in the school's cafeteria.

Thomas instantly recognized Ethan in a split second, your Ethan Freeman the missing Billionaire he said ! What the hell are u doing here in this dump, Ethan replied I could say the same about you? Thomas then began his dialogue.

He said from a very young age, I had always been captivated by the world of art. I would spend hours doodling, sketching, and painting, lost in his own vibrant imagination. However, there was one person who couldn't understand my passion for art - my mother, Mrs. Thompson. Mrs. Thompson came from a family of practicality and believed that pursuing a career in the arts was a frivolous endeavor. She had high hopes for her son, hoping he would choose a more stable and lucrative profession. She hated art as it said that is what aimless fools aim for. My dad was a painter she said and he abandoned us to pursuit his dream. His decision left my mother in shambles. She then climbed her way in corporate accounting to provide for us. But I was really gifted at drawing, colouring, painting and designing. But every time I mentioned my dreams of becoming a painter, my mother would dismiss them with a disapproving shake of her head and hatred in her eyes. She believed that my time would be better spent focusing on more "practical" pursuits, such as math or science. Despite my mother's disapproval, i couldn't suppress my love for art. I would spend every free moment I had with a paint brush in my hand, bringing my imagination to life on a canvas abd exploring the depths of my creativity. Art was my sanctuary, a place where I could express himself freely and find solace from the pressures of conformity. Why couldn't my mother understand that? Thomas said that with sadness in his eyes. No matter, one fateful day, a few months back while I was wandering through the village, Thomas stumbled upon an art exhibition. The vibrant colors, intricate brush strokes, and the raw emotion captured in each piece left him in awe. It was there that he met an elderly artist named Mr. Reynolds. Mr. Reynolds, he recognized the spark of creativity in my eyes and took him under his wing. He became my mentor, teaching me various techniques and nurturing his talent. Under Mr. Reynolds' guidance, my skills flourished, and he began to gain recognition within the local art community. My art endeavors reached the ear of my mother who to be frank was pissed. she kept saying it was a waste of time saying I would be a good for nothing bum like my father. She gave me an ultimatum it was her or the art. That evening I was stunned and didn't give her a response. Went to bed that day on an empty stomach and my heart was fueled with disbelief. News of Thomas's artistic prowess eventually reached the ears of a renowned art school, which offered him a scholarship to pursue his passion further but he had to offer a Year's course at Wayford High. Excited yet apprehensive, I approached my mother with the opportunity. Expecting resistance, i wasn't surprised when she listened to him then berated me miserably and that night I call Mr Reynolds and to him up on his offer and now am at Wayford, quite a story right

Ethan saw the joy that radiated from his new found friend when he spoke about art and realized that denying him the chance to pursue his passion would stifle his happiness and potential. With a newfound understanding, with Ethan's own experience he realized Thomas following his dreams where the right thing to do

They began talking about the school Wayford High, describing it's features, Thomas then ask why did u run away, ur life was perfect u had everything ? You must have a good reason Thomas said Ethan then took a deep breath a d reply I did it all because I was getting tired of that life my dream is to be a professional football player just like your case my parents didn't agree and we had a fall out. I do miss my sisters and our previous school Hillside

Nestled amidst the picturesque rolling hills, just outside the bustling town, stood a prestigious private school known as Hillside Academy. Its grand entrance was flanked by towering oak trees, their branches stretching out to form a natural canopy over the winding driveway.

The main building of Hillside Academy was a magnificent three-story structure made of red brick, with ivy crawling up its walls. As one stepped through the ornate double doors, they were greeted by a spacious atrium adorned with marble floors and intricate chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. The walls were lined with portraits of former headmasters and esteemed alumni, reminding all who entered of the school's rich history and tradition.

The classrooms at Hillside Academy were nothing short of extraordinary. Each one was equipped with state-of-the-art technology, allowing students to engage in interactive learning experiences. The desks were made of polished mahogany, and the walls were adorned with vibrant artwork created by the talented students themselves.

Beyond the academic buildings, the campus extended to include vast sports fields, where students could be seen practicing their skills in various sports like soccer, tennis, and lacrosse. There was also a well-maintained track for aspiring athletes to train and a swimming pool where students could cool off during hot summer days.

Hillside Academy took pride in its commitment to the arts. The school boasted a magnificent theater, complete with plush seating and a stage that could rival those found in professional theaters. Here, students had the opportunity to showcase their talents in elaborate productions, under the guidance of experienced directors and choreographers.

The school's dining hall was a sight to behold. With its vaulted ceilings and stained-glass windows, it exuded an air of elegance. Students would gather here for meals, enjoying a wide array of gourmet dishes prepared by skilled chefs. The atmosphere was always lively, as friends chatted and laughter filled the air.

Hillside Academy also offered a plethora of extracurricular activities to cater to the diverse interests of its students. From music ensembles and art clubs to debate teams and community service organizations, there was something for everyone to explore and excel in.

The campus itself was meticulously maintained, with lush green lawns and vibrant flower beds. Benches were scattered throughout, providing tranquil spots for students to relax and enjoy the beauty of nature. The school's sprawling grounds also included a serene garden, where students could find solace and inspiration.

With its commitment to academic excellence, artistic expression, and holistic development, Hillside Academy stood as a beacon of privilege and opportunity. It nurtured the minds and talents of its students, preparing them for a future filled with success and fulfillment.

Within the walls of this prestigious private school, young minds thrived, dreams were nurtured, and lifelong friendships were forged. It was a place where the pursuit of knowledge and the cultivation of passions were celebrated, ensuring that each student left with not only an exceptional education but also a sense of purpose and self-discovery.