Kyle parked his car in the parking lot. 'Gees it smells like smoke around here.' he thought 'What the hell is that smell?' he looked around and saw a big dumpster. Behind it were three guys smoking weed. One off them had long spiky hair. 'That explains it. What kind off a school is this? I wouldn't be shocked to see people making out here.'
Kyle then left the parking lot. he then walked over to the front of the school. he read a sign that alisema "Dragon High: Were futures are made." 'Futures off what, Psycho killers?' he then walked into the hall way. There she saw a sign that some one made saying "Welcome to the 'Dragon hall': Were it smells like a Dragon's b..."
The rest of the sentence was cut off. Kyle couldn't help but laugh. It looked as if the Deans saw it a ripped the end off. Kyle then walked over to his nyumbani room. he was very antisocial so he sat it the far back. 'Its bad enough I have to come to this school. Let alone have to socialize with anyone.' zaidi and zaidi students walked in.
"Ok class settle down." alisema an overly perky teacher. "Sit down all wewe happy seniors then I'll take roll."
'Give me a break. I wish Steve was here. He's not afraid to speak his mind like I am.'
"Ok class. Welcome back to school! I'm your homeroom teacher So how does it feel to be seniors? Sad that wewe have to leave?"
'No. I just got here and I wish I could leave.' Kyle then when off in a daze until he hears his name being called.
"Kuuchachigou. Kuuchachigou are wewe here?"
"Just call me Kyle." 'I hate my name.'
"Oh. Ok Hun." She then rewrote her name in her attendant's sheet. "Welcome to Dragon high." She looked back on her sheet "Tokyo Itzumi . Tokyo Itzumi are wewe here?" There was no respond. "Tokyo Itzumi ..If you're here tell me, if your not I'll mark wewe gone and I'm not joking." No respond. "Ok. Then she's not here."
The kengele rung and Kyle ran out.