Just a boy

I know who you are, Henry. You’re the Headmistress’s son.

Y...yes. That's me...

I agree. It’s nice and quiet here, isn’t it? I wonder why no one else comes here.

Probably because it doesn't actually lead anywhere but to that locked door and that window. It's just a...meaningless side hall with a bench. But it's a pretty nice bench. 

Oh, this? It’s Masks by E.C. Blake. I’m only about halfway through it but I really like it so far.

Yeah. And you're Wendy, right?

Nah. What happens in the real world is what truly defines a person. Anyone can sit in a desk and pass a test, but only a few people can truly become “hero.” As people like to call them.

Oh! Um. Yeah. Yeah it's..nice. I can see where people are walking by but no one...comes...down...here.

Sorry, what?

Yes… And no. I believe it is actually better to become a better person outside these walls. Education doesn’t define you as a person, but yes, no one should tell someone how to be better.

Yes… I suppose you are right. Has anyone told you that you are bright for your age?

Yeah...I've heard that. 

That is an excellent mindset to have.. Or at least it is in my opinion. Everyone should strive to be better than what they already are.

Isn't that what we're all at school for in the first place? To become better then what we are? 

I could not agree with you more, Henry. After all, history is just stories of our past which happen to be true. Perhaps I can fit more storytelling into class.

I suppose I have a fondness for the night. I find it much more peaceful… Quiet.

I guess nighttime can be sort-of nice...