shozurei

John double-checked the address on his phone before looking around. The place wasn’t at all what he had been expecting. It looked more like a row of flats had been converted into one large building than it did a school. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the large sign stating ‘Mrs. Hudson’s School for Special Needs,’ John would have assumed he was in the wrong place. Shrugging, John put his phone away and strode up to the door labeled 221, pressing the buzzer. It was opened a few minutes later and he was escorted to the office in what was clearly once a sitting room. John could see minor signs of walls being both added and removed during renovation. The dean was a middle-aged woman with short curly blond hair that smiled warmly when John was ushered in. “Hello, dear. You must be one of our new volunteers,” she stated. “Yes, ma’am. My name is John Watson and I’ll be here for 3 weeks.” “It’s nice to meet