"Welcome to Altitude Bay International Airport!" The PA system rang as the sky became a deep raw blue colour, and the Airport was by sea. It was cold. The sunlight was starting to creep through as the scattered clouds passed over the remnants of lights.
People looked at Dante like he was something special, he slept on the plane so he would be alright. The thing that struck him funny was that Altitude Bay was an island, a long island. He put on his winter jacket as two people approached him...
"Sir. You, Deion Hartwell?" Deion looked at them; they were also wearing winter jackets, but it was clear they had been sitting in a hot car for some time. "Yeah, I am." The shorter of the people was a girl with blonde hair.
She had this smug look on her face, Deion did not like this look. The air of superiority she had on her face disgusted him. Deion dragged his luggage as they walked to an all black SUV with tinted windows, they opened the truck as Dante put his suitcase in. They were off.
They were driving for a while as the sun broke through the horizon line and beamed down. There was snow on the ground, black ice, white ice and the slight so fall combined with the sun made for a great mix.
Less than an hour later, they arrived at the building. Deion thanked the driver before walking in. The driver, being that girl, didn't look older than him, barely 17 even. But she led him up to his room.
He breathed a sigh of relief, he was finally at Altitude Bay, but near the tail end of winter, so summer was soon, so he could chase that summer body. Deion was out of shape, from 6'5, 107kg to 6'5, 113kg. He sighed. "Let myself go."
He looked disappointed, but he still moved on anyway, started unpacking his stuff when he could tell someone was standing outside his door. It was like he could sense them...