Lawrence sat at the back seat of his father's car. He had a book in his hands, in which he was reading at the start, while his father at times looked in the rear view to look at his son. "Lawrence," his father spoke in a soft voice, his eyes darting towards the mirror again then back to the road. Lawrence looked up, moving his glasses, "Yes?" the boy's voice sounded like he was annoyed and the interruption, in which he responded with "and I'm not annoyed, Dad." His father sighed, "Look, I know it wasn't fair to keep it from you, but we didn't want to become involved in such a dangerous..... hobby." Lawrence looked at his dad, and sighed as well, looking out of his window in the car, "I understand." The car stopped, and the rumble of the engine came to a halt. "Good" His father got out of the car, and unlocked the truck, "We're here." Lawrence looked out at the school, questions racing through his mind. He got out of the car, and grabbed his luggage. "I know it may sound a bit odd, " Lawrence's father said while he closed the truck, "but now since you're going to be a spy... do your best and succeed." Lawrence nodded and started to walk off with his luggage, his dad smiling and shaking his head, getting into the car. Lawrence heard the motor start, and the car race away.
Lawrence started to walk through the campus, his hooded sleeveless shirt moving slightly with the light breeze. He also hearing murmuring around him, but decided to ignore it, whether or not they were of him. As he was nearing where the dorms were, he noticed a couple of girls stare at him at when he saw them turned away. He sighed, and quickened his paced a little, finally reaching the dorms. He saw a tall man, showing no emotions, who asked for his name. After telling and giving the man what he wanted, he told him the directions to his room. Nodding, Lawrence preceded to his room, and opened the door. He then went to one of the bedrooms, entering it and placing his luggage down, and sorted through it, placing them away in the drawers in the room. After organizing, Lawrence exited his room, book at hand, and started to read, sitting in a chair in the living room. he stopped to readjust his glasses and look out, taking out a small notebook and writing things down.