Closed, Plotted Starter for @magicandmayhcm

It had been a week since Ray had finished his classes & paperwork at the academy, meaning he was officially a firefighter. He’d received his assignment, and was parked outside, staring at the large garage doors that hid the firetrucks between calls. Butterflies filled his stomach, and a smile was brought to his face. These were good butterflies. He was going to be helping people, saving lives.

He began walking up the driveway, entering the firehouse through the front door. He heard voices, so he called out. “Hello? Can anybody point me in the right direction? I’m the new recruit.”