Leon handed in his two weeks notice at KFC on a Tuesday morning.

  His manager looked at the paper, then at him. "Valorian Academy, huh? That's amazing, almost hard to believe."

  "Thanks."

  "You'll do good there. You're a hard worker."

  "I appreciate that."

  His last shift was quiet. The usual routine—register, cleaning, restocking. His coworkers signed a card and gave him a small envelope with some cash. Leon thanked them, shook hands, and walked out into the evening air for the last time as an employee.

  That was one part of his life finished.

  Graduation day arrived warm and sunny.

  The ceremony was held outside on the football field. Rows of chairs, a temporary stage, families crowding the bleachers with cameras ready. Leon sat with his class in alphabetical order, wearing the required cap and gown, listening to speeches about futures and possibilities.

  When his name was called, he walked across the stage. Shook the principal's hand. Accepted his diploma. Smiled for the official photographer.

  The crowd applauded politely, just like they did for everyone else.

  He walked back to his seat and watched the rest of the names get called. Around him, students were scanning the crowd for their families. Parents waving. Siblings holding signs.

  Leon kept his eyes forward.

  After the ceremony ended, students flooded toward the bleachers. Reunions everywhere—parents hugging their kids, taking photos, offering congratulations. The field became chaos of happy voices and laughter.

  Leon gathered his things and headed toward the parking lot where they'd agreed to meet.

  Marcus found him first, still in his cap and gown. His parents were behind him, smiling.

  "Leon! Come here, we want a picture."

  Marcus's mom pulled Leon into the frame. They took several photos—just the two of them, then with Sophie who'd appeared with her own family, then all of them together.

  "You boys are all grown up," Marcus's mom said, getting a bit emotional.

  "Mom, please."

  "I'm allowed to be proud!"

  Sophie's parents insisted on taking more photos. Daniel joined with his family. It became a whole production—group shots, individual shots, candid ones.

  Leon participated, smiled when required, but felt separate from it somehow. These were their families. Their moments. He was just adjacent to them.

  "You okay?" Sophie asked quietly while their parents were discussing dinner plans.

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  "Yeah. Just taking it all in."

  She squeezed his arm but didn't push further.

  They all went to dinner together—both families plus the four friends. A local restaurant, loud and crowded with other graduation parties. Leon sat at the end of the table, listening to conversations about college plans and summer jobs and everyone's futures.

  "Leon's going to Valorian Academy," Marcus told his parents proudly.

  "That's wonderful!" Marcus's dad said. "That's quite an achievement."

  "Thank you."

  "Do you have family coming to help you move?"

  Brief silence.

  "No," Leon said. "I'll be managing it myself."

  "Well, if you need any help—"

  "I appreciate it, but I'll be fine."

  The conversation moved on. Leon ate his food and tried to focus on the moment. This was good. His friends were happy. Their families were kind. This was a good day.

  Even if no one was here specifically for him.

  The next two weeks were logistics.

  Leon packed his small apartment. He didn't own much—clothes, some books, his laptop, basic necessities. It all fit into two suitcases and a backpack. The furniture had come with the place, so there was nothing else to move.

  He terminated his lease. Paid final bills. Closed that chapter.

  Sophie and Marcus helped him sort through everything, making sure he had what he needed for the academy. Dorm supplies, proper clothes for a more formal environment, all the items listed in his acceptance packet.

  "This is surreal," Marcus said, folding one of Leon's shirts. "You're actually leaving."

  "Yeah."

  "It's not going to be the same without you."

  "You'll survive."

  "Obviously. But still."

  They had one final hangout the night before Leon left—pizza at Sophie's place, movies, the four of them just existing together like they had for the past two years. No one mentioned that this might be the last time for a while.

  When Leon left around midnight, Sophie hugged him tight. "Call us when you get there."

  "I will."

  "And don't forget about us when you're surrounded by rich people."

  "Not possible."

  Marcus walked him out to his car. "Hey. You deserve this, okay? Don't let anyone there make you feel like you don't belong."

  Leon nodded. "Thanks. For everything. Especially the sponsorship thing."

  "Still won't tell you how I managed that."

  "I know."

  They stood there for a moment, then Marcus pulled him into a quick hug. "Good luck, man. You're going to do great."

  Leon's apartment felt empty that final night. Just him, his packed bags, and a mattress he'd sleep on one last time.

  He lay there in the darkness, thinking about everything that had led here. His grandfather. Iris. The years of barely surviving. The decision to try for something more.

  Tomorrow he'd leave this city. Board a train to Academy. Start over completely.

  His phone sat on the floor next to the mattress. No messages. Iris hadn't acknowledged his graduation, hadn't responded to the brief text he'd sent about Valorian. Not that he'd expected her to.

  To her, all of this could be something completely insignificant.

  Leon closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Tomorrow was a new beginning.

  He just had to be ready for it.

  Morning came early. Leon did a final check of the apartment, confirmed everything was packed, and called the cab he'd scheduled.

  The ride to the train station was quiet. The city passed by his window—familiar streets, familiar buildings. He'd lived here for years, worked here, went to school here.

  Now he was leaving.

  At the station, he bought his ticket, found his platform, and waited. Other travelers moved around him, going about their lives, unaware that his was about to change completely.

  The train arrived. Leon boarded, found his seat, and stored his bags.

  The announcement came: departure in five minutes.

  He pulled out his phone, looked at his messages. Sophie had texted: you got this! Marcus: call when you arrive

  The train began to move. Slowly at first, then faster. The city disappeared behind him.

  Leon watched the landscape change through the window—urban to suburban to rural, buildings giving way to fields and forests. Hours passed. He dozed, woke, watched more scenery.

  The announcement came around 3:00 PM: "Next stop, Valorian City."

  Leon sat up, pulse quickening. He gathered his things, joined the other passengers preparing to exit.

  The train slowed. Buildings appeared—modern, expensive-looking. The station came into view.

  This was it.

  Leon stepped off the train onto the platform, bags in hand, and looked around at the unfamiliar city that would be his home for the next four years.

  Ready or not, he was here.