<span style="font-weight: bold">University Campus</span><br/><br/>Another descending Autumn day was heading to remission as young,  ambitious and entrepreneurial Beau was making his way home. The sky was an open yellow and harmonious haze with sporad cloud tracings.<br/>The final year squirrel student took a sweeping glance around the panoramic view of the grand school and its campus students. Who were either dawdling in care free conversation or slowly making their way home as well.<br/><br/>It was a good day today. He had written the last of his exams, a formal dinner was coming up next week to congratulate and hand over the budding graduate students to the real world. To top it all off, he had landed an internship with a leading company which was highly sought after amongst his peers.<br/><br/>Beau felt like he had some fantastic opportunities at his disposal, better still: the world at his hands.<br/>Normally he would've hung around the usual grand gate entrance to await his parents picking him up to drive him home. It beat taking the bus home. Not that he considered himself a snob or far too superior for his peers to take the same public transport but he could think of better ways to expend his time.<br/><br/>However, his parents were not here this evening to give him that lift. He couldn't remember why. Something to do with some important business trip. Were they really all important?<br/><br/>Not to matter, he'd just have to take the long way home.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The long way home.</span><br/><br/>He twitched his ear as he sang that last sentence in his mind. Somehow shuddered like someone had walker over his grave. What was it about that thought that stabbed him ever so briefly in the heart?<br/><br/>Was it something in the air? Like leaving his University campus was like leaving a Sanctuary? Was it the thought that the big bad world was about to challenge him like what he had never encountered before? Or was he simply sore that his parents were not hear to commend him on all his achievements and that his ego would not be stroked as soon as he wanted?<br/>Whatever it wants, he soon dismissed it. Sniggering at himself for being feeble minded.<br/><br/>Wandering through peripherals of windy roads later, he finally made it to the train station that'd take him home. Thankfully he arrived with 5 minutes to spare. No time to waste sitting there or making conversation with one of the other students who might recognise him. The peers he was close with were on his level: good social class, good academic grades and varsity recognition. The others, on the other hand, he couldn't relate to. And having seen the look on some of their faces when he got his internship, he couldn't help but notice some butthurt glances he was getting from students who'd just stare at him from across the campus hallways.<br/><br/>It was usually the latter group that'd take the train home.<br/><br/>Funnily enough, he couldn't really see anyone at the moment. Which was odd, as when it came to arriving on time, he'd normally have his work cut out for him. Flopping and stumbling through to get to places and events on time just so he wouldn't get scolded. Something he'd already had all his life thanks to his tutting mother.<br/><br/>He glanced at the sky again and noticed that the hazy oranges had rapidly dimmed to crimson and mauve colours. Beautiful and captivating all the same, but not quite the same settling tone he felt when he had left school.<br/><br/>The train pulled in, whimsying to a stop to the platform Beau was standing in. Cogs and hydraulics unwinding in a weezy manner. The noise occupied the space more than normal given the notable and unusual absence of passengers.<br/><br/>At this point, he just wanted to get home and accept that despite his achievements, there'd be no classy celebrations for him tonight.