Billy Bobbins Part 2

It had taken Billy Bobbins all summer to work up the courage to do what he was about to do now. Since that transition night months ago, barely a waking moment was lost, going over and over it in his head. Sometimes, in his darker moments, he felt like he would never be able to do it...but always the memories of that magical room, and those bright shining kids, and those pictures had dragged his plans back on track. Now, here he was, back in that corridor, passing those noticeboards again, but this time running towards his dream instead of away from it. He had seen those pictures only once before, but they seemed so familiar to him, so many times had they run through his mind over the last months.
He paused. He could hear voices now. Their voices. He recognised them instantly, matched them up with the memories in his head. That one...that was the tall girl, the one who'd worn the red dress...and that one, laughing, that was the blonde one, with the curly hair- he smiled: she was always laughing...the deeper voice, that was the boy with the hair that looked like a big mop...and that one, the one shouting, that was the short girl, the one that was just a little bit scary. He knew them all, not by name, but by memory.
The door was only a few metres away now. His hands were sweaty, he rubbed them on his pants. He wondered which one he should ask. Not one of the guys...they were so tall and so confident, he couldn't imagine that they would even notice him let alone speak to him. One of the girls then...the blonde one? the tall one? Or maybe... no... not the scary one...
He took a deep breath.
Stepped up to the door.
And slid it open.