Rowlet was meticulously packing his lunch box when the call came.

He remembered. A scone, hot water in a thermos, two tea packets, and a caprese sandwich.

He picked it up.

"Hello, Rowlet speaking," he told them.

"You've been accepted to Starter High," the voice on the other end told him. "Congratulations. We only accept three applicants a year, from diverse backgrounds."

Rowlet thanked them, hung up and smiled.

Rowlet couldn't believe his good fortune. This was excellent news. A couple years ago, his girlfriend Snivy got in and told him to apply.

Rowlet first had to finish his intermediate studies in upper London, then flew out to the States to apply.

He picked up his telephone and called Snivy.

"Snivy, good news! I got accepted to Starter High!"

"Oh, that's delightful!" she said. "I can't wait for school to start!"

Rowlet was excited, not only because of the wonderful opportunities Starter High would offer him, but because he got to see his old friend. He had been missing her for a while.

Rowlet sat back and relaxed. This next school year would be one of the best in his life.