Start a creative writing with: We want to believe this is how it was
We want to believe this is how it was but nobody knew what really happened.
He is standing at the large metal gates to Corbett, his new job as a teacher, as he is looked over by the new looking modern structures. The sun scorching the air outside, he Buttons his suit and straightens his tie for the first day.
The doors buzz as he presses the fancy intercom welcoming Isaac directing him to the massive white architectural feature straight ahead through the gates.
There were a lot of trees with some green benches under them scattered around the main building with about two people sitting down looking straight at him, observing him.
Isaac stuck his hands in his pockets and didn't even turn to look back. For a couple of minutes already, from the moment he walked through those gates, he'd the feeling as if he was being watched. It wasn’t a frightened feeling but more of an interesting tingling feeling. He felt comfortable for some reason, like he belonged even though the feeling of being watched was imminent. This came from Isaacs’s many experiences and defence to daunting situations.
At the towering doors at the main building he is greeted by a tall man in uniform who opens the doors welcoming him inside following a quick cold shudder racing through his body. Within is quite majestic like any entrance to an expensive hotel. A big desk directly in front with white painted walls with some paintings of important looking men hanging on the wall behind the main desk. A bunch of chairs lined up to the frosted glass door over to the right with a set of white marble stairs and a lift with an out of order sign on it over to the left. As he approached the desk there was one young man wearing a bright orange jacket on top of his blazer, with a walkman sitting as though waiting to go through the door on the right. He looked like he had just seen a ghost. Isaac arrived at the main desk with the...