Aramis Bijou is thin; and fit with a bob of brown braids over brown skin; his eyes dark, narrow, and tilted a bit; his face square with a square jaw; and, with high cheekbones.
Ari, as he prefers to be called, named after one of his favorite past singers, is but five feet tall.
He walks up to the counselor’s office door, and presses a button to sound a chime for anyone inside.
Waiting outside the door feels him with an excited nervousness at meeting the counselor.
He starts to remember fondly his psychiatric-professioned mothers.
“Please, be great,” his voice warmly crackles between high, and low notes as he thinks out loud smiling.

-Cadet Aramis Bijou, Security.