Hey guys, I'm going through emotional trauma again. You guys are actually probably rejoicing at that news, you seem to like my stories when I'm dealing with this.
Lloyd grabbed the picture of his dad and uncle and fell onto the floor with the explosion. Glass rained around him, luckily he had his shoes on so he was able to get up and run out of the house. He ran to the bomb shelter that was behind the apartments, "What were you thinking?!" his mother demanded, no one dared to intervene when she smacked him. "I was getting dad," he timidly held up the picture that now had cracked glass. "Your father died doing something incredibly stupid like that," she snapped. She reached behind Lloyd and shut the door the shelter.
Lloyd hung his head, Misako was sending him away. "I can't risk losing you because you want to be a hero," she told him. She was sending him to Darkly's School for Bad Boys. "I'm sorry, I won't be a bad boy, Mom. Please don't make me go," he begged. She looked away, two older men roughly grabbed Lloyd and his belongings. "MOM!" he screamed. Misako took a deep breath, she wasn't going to let him get caught up in war this way, it was for the best. Lloyd felt tears stream down his face, he continued to scream for her until they put him in a carriage. They tossed his suitcase and stuffed dragon in with him, he scrambled to his feet, grabbed his dragon and muffled his sobs into it. "Please don't make me leave."
Lloyd got off the train, his eyes were puffy. He had cried himself to sleep and was now supposed to be at his stop. But this is the middle of nowhere he thought in confusion. He looked up, oh. It was on the top of the hill, he groaned. On the top there was a sour looking man, "You're late," Lloyd opened his mouth to explain, but the man waved his hand. "This already perfect behavior Mr. Garmadon, I knew I wouldn't be disappointed offering you a scholarship," he grinned. Lloyd looked at the man bewildered, Am I being praised for being late? He wondered. "There are some rules; No exploring or playing inside, you must be in bed by curfew, which is eight, and you must never follow the rules," the man told him. Lloyd blinked owlishly. "That's not possible, in order to not follow the first ones you have to break the last one," Lloyd said mostly to himself. The man chuckled and sent Lloyd to his room.
Lloyd technically followed the first two rules, he was in bed at eight, he just isn't in it now. He failed at the first one though, since he is exploring the halls and corridors, but that meant he was following the last one! He quickly went upstairs when he heard footsteps. The footsteps followed him, he quickly jiggled the doorknobs and found one unlocked. The door creaked open, he quickly went inside when he saw shadows approaching. He went inside, there was a window, a fly and a dust cover over something. Lloyd opened the window for the fly, he smelled wet pine. It must be raining he thought absentmindedly. He closed the window and went over to the dust cover. He gave it a swift tug, it billowed down and rained down dust bunnies. Lloyd coughed when the dust finally cleared he saw a wardrobe. It had intricate carvings of battles and a family tree and a yin and yang in the middle, it had a dragon and a demon on different sides. Lloyd heard the doorknob rattle, he glanced behind him. Looking back at the wardrobe he tugged at the handle. It swung open allowing him in, he climbed in and leaving the door open to allow a sliver of light to seep in. He backed up towards the back, he tripped on something. He looked up at the sky? Lloyd turned around and gasped.
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