<strong>Location: Janitors Closet/Cafeteria - Storm Valley High School<br/>Tagged: Open</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><em><strong>“ In this existence they say you get only one past, yet you have endless futures to chose from.”</strong></em><br/><br/>Nick was tall dark and handsome, in that grungy type manner that woman only seemed to like in the movies, and in romance novels. In real life; gentleman like Nick went deep under the radar, for the most part going unnoticed. Perhaps that’s why they decided to place him here in Storm Valley High School, as a master of the Custodial Arts...better known as the school Janitor.... in his office you could find him with his head down hand transcribing with meticulous precision in his sketch book. Then suddenly the bell rang and the pencil fell upon the pages of the book rolling towards the center of the binding before it was shut close and tossed on the utmost shelf. The lunch bell had sounded and the students within moments were rushing through the halls to their next class. Moving through the halls with mop in hand, slowly pushing the yellow industrial style  mop bucket through the halls towards the Cafeteria where as always a huge mess awaited... Kids nowadays seem to think everything magically works, cleans, and fixes itself around here. A hardened look stayed on his face as he remembered how not too long ago, he himself was amongst them.... those days are long gone, and it seems like a lifetime, although time is so relative.... he now knows what they will all discover about life someday. Dark shades were adjusted just before his gloved palm pressed against the center of the two doors pushing them open, signaling his arrival. The late bell had just rang and the rumbling sound of the halls had come to an immediate silence and all that could be heard to the naked ear was the sound of the water sloshing on the floor as Nick mopped up the mess created moments ago.