Smoke billowed and teens yelled at each other over the mass of old and new students. His father squeezed his shoulder and William pressed himself on his side in a weird, as close to a hug, embrace as they both could bring themselves to.
Almost immediately, they slowly detangled from each other and made their way through the dense crowd on the platform. As they got closer to the train, the crowd pressed on William and his father. It encased them in a little cocoon of loud sounds and bodies. The little boy took his father's hand, something he hadn't done in years. There was no way he would get lost, not on this day were everything was strange and new. They soon got out of the thickest part of the crowd, stopping immediately by a ringing sound.
His father answered in no time, excusing himself a second to wish him a good year. William exchanged the hand holding his father and shook it like his parents showed him. It was a kind of tradition. No hug goodbye or teary-eyed salutation, only a good handshake and a short, to the point, greetings. He liked it like that, but he was alone now, for real. With this ginormous body of students he didn't know. He started for the train avoiding as much people as he could. Fortunately he wasn't far from a wagon. Unfortunately, he collided harshly with something or someone, falling on his butt.