he wasn’t sure if he was ready; actually he was... and he was sure he wasn’t. river didn’t only regret taking that stupid test, he regretted agreeing to be filmed the whole time. constantly checking if his hair was in place, constantly checking that he wouldn’t be talking so much so that he could keep his little secret to himself. see, the poor boy had a bit of a stutter and a lisp and he knew that it was the worst combination. so, as he made his way into the house he’d heard tons of talking and knew he was late. trying to go unnoticed he picked his bag up finding a room that hadn’t been as touched as other and just sat down; the walls were filled with colors and he couldn’t help but be blinded. taking himself downstairs he found a chair, hearing someone say that he wasn’t here when everyone else was. “uh, yeah, he-hey. r-ri-ri-river.” he stuck out a hand, already hating the fact that his mouth had opened.