Lincoln started making breakfast for himself and his grandparents. The calm of the morning allowed his four senses to work twice as well as they had before. After a few minutes, it was cooked. For him, he prepared some pancakes with jam and grapefruit juice, and for his grandparents, coffee and eggs.
Myrtle and Albert came down the stairs clean and ready to start their day. They were greeted by the smell of breakfast, along with their grandson.
"Good morning, Grandma Myrtle; good morning, Grandpa."
"Good morning, Lincoln. How did you spend the night?" Myrtle asked.
Lincoln remembered that uncomfortable dream he had with ninety-nine percent of the women he knew, not to mention his mother, causing a shiver to run down his spine, but Lincoln hid it. "Very well, Granny. It was nice not to sleep on the floor for a change."
"I'm taking you to school today, Link. I hope you don't mind seeing you arrive with me."
"Grandpa, I will never be ashamed of you." Lincoln hugged Albert, and the three sat down to breakfast.
"Oh, before I forget, there are some new clothes for you, Lincoln. Leni made them for you as soon as you arrived." Myrtle entered her room and came out with a folded set of clothes in her hands.
"Wow, I love the new clothes. Even more so if Leni made them."
"Hey Lincoln. What happened to your haircut?" Myrtle asked.
"My hair?"
"Yes. Your bangs have grown."
Lincoln put his hand to his face and discovered that the part where Andy shaved his hair had grown back.
"Now that I think about it, in three years, your hair hasn't grown any more." Albert was right. In three years, Lincoln never went to a hair salon, but despite that time, his grandson's hair was very short. "Well, that's the least of it. You really look better that way. Now let's get breakfast before it gets cold."
Half an hour later, they had already had breakfast, and the grandfather and grandson were driving to school.
Upon his arrival, Lincoln got out of his grandfather's car, wearing his new clothes consisting of a white shirt, a black jacket with a red interior, and black pants.
Albert put his hand on Lincoln's shoulder. "Are you excited for your first day of school?"
"Nervous, I'd say."
"I bet that's how you felt on your first day on the job."
"In comparison, this is worse."
"The first day of high school is always hard. But you got through it in Canada. Here, it should be no different."
"I hope not." Lincoln got out of the car when a familiar voice called him.
"Lincoln. It's you?"
Lincoln was able to recognize that voice. "Clyde?"
"Lincoln, buddy!" Clyde hugged Lincoln so hard that he lifted him off the ground.
"Clyde!" he shouted. "Clyde. I love you too, brother, but relax a little."
"Brother, what are you doing here? I thought you had flown to Canada," Clyde called out to Lincoln as he shed some tears.
"Well, no. My grandparents got back together, and now I live with them here in Royal Woods."
"The brothers are back together. Listen! Do you still remember our special greeting?"
"Why don't we check it out?"
Both friends give the greeting they used to do when they were eleven years old.
"Ha ha ha. You still have a touch, Lincoln."
"It's like riding a bike."
"Okay, guys, I say goodbye. I have a nice lady waiting for me in an empty house."
"Pop pop, keep these things to yourself," Lincoln said, blushing.
"Bah, it's among us men. It's common. Good, Clyde. Take care of my grandson."
"I will, Mr. Albert."
"Good day. Myrtle, baby. Here comes your daddy. Oooohhhhh." Albert turns the car one hundred and eighty degrees and takes off at full speed.
"Wow, your grandparents still have that youthful vitality."
"Yes, it's great that they love each other so much. But I'd rather not think about what they do when I'm not home.
"I understand you, brother. I have same-sex parents. Come on, let's go in now; I'll show you around the school."
Lincoln and Clyde entered the building as the African-American boy embarked on a tour of the new facilities.
"On the ground floor are the regular classrooms, the lecture hall, the library, and the gymnasium."
"On the first floor are science and computer laboratories. Along with activity rooms such as the home economics room, woodworking room, and art and music room."
"On the second floor are the clubs. Where you can get extra points for extra activities. The most popular are photography and journalism. You might be wondering why. Well, because your servant here is the president of both."
"The school has state-of-the-art equipment and systems to improve the quality of learning for students with 'special needs'. Such as spacious elevators for the disabled and books written in Braille. There are even rooms for the deaf and mute with a teacher who specializes in sign language."
"Wow, that's impressive."
"And here the tour ends, my friend. More than our adventure in the halls of learning."
The school had all kinds of students, from the most regular and those who joined their group according to their tastes, to others who used wheelchairs and others who communicated in sign language.
As the boys walked through the halls, most of the students saw one of their classmates walking with a "new boy." Two girls getting their sodas from a vending machine watched as the albino passed by and dropped their cans, spilling the contents. It was Susie and Cici. The girls quickly took out their cell phones and called their other friends.
The other students who saw the two friends passing by immediately recognized the white-haired boy from the photos that the four most popular students posted on their social networks under danger warnings. Everyone knew the false reputation that the albino had.
Finally, the boys reached the locker area.
"Now I present to you your personal vault containing educational materials and tools. Vault 246, located near me."