A fresh blanket of snow covered the sheets of ice that have been on the ground for 3 weeks already. The wind chapped the ears, cheeks, lips, and noses of the students. Ice cicles hung from the edges of the buildings' roofs. Small snowflakes drifted lazily down from the heavens. The sky was so cloudy that it looked like it was covered by a blanket of snow just like the ground was. The smell of burning fire wood lingered in the cold and bitter winter air. The institute of war cast a large shadow, despite the fact that the sun was being guarded by a barricade of clouds. All the trees were bare, what was left of their leaves freckled the ground. Most of them were frozen, but all of them were dead. There was almost no wildlife to be seen execpt for the numerous Poros. Poros are cute fluffy animals, they live in either temperate or freezing cold climates. Usually the ones that live in cold climates always have white fur. But even the Poros who live in temperate climates have white(ish) fur in the winter. It was also thicker too. They shed it in the summer though (except for winter poros) and their new coat is their orignal color. Regular Poros usually have white, copper, brown, or gray fur, sometimes tan or black. But rarer poros have fur colors such as crimson, navy blue, a very pale green, dark orange, pearly pink, violet, or golden yellow. But the rarest type of poro is the spotted poro. Although all the institute had at this time were poros with their winter coats. Ezreal, the Prodigal Explorer, looked down to check his schedule as he ran. He had 5 minutes to get to class. Flecks of snow rested on his blond hair. From his calculations he was 4 minutes away from his class, that is if he did not get lost or something like that on the way. Although he was very unlikely to get lost, he was pretty good with navigation, although he had only toured the institute once. It was his first day and he was some what nervous. Frozen leaves crunched over his feet as he left tracks in the snow, he was so close to the door of the building. He slung the heavy wooden door open and continued on to run he had his back pack with him but there was no time to put it in his locker, so he just rushed to class. Just as he sat in his seat the bell rang. He gave himself time to inspect his enviorment, as he thought to himself, "So this is my new school...it looks ok." The room he sat in was his first period class. The room was large and filled with separate desks. Each one had a student seated in it, many of them talked but some of them did other things. The walls were painted a deep crimson red with and gold wall boards. The floor was a pristine white marble. The desks were a dark oak wood. A paper airplane soared past his head. It came from the front of the room. He thought it was odd that it was thrown to the back of the room instead of the front. There was just a wall to aim for in the back of the room. Well a few portraits too. He dismissed his ponderings. Next to him sat a girl with pink hair, she looked familiar. She wore giant hextech-style gloves and her clothes matched the fashion of piltover. Her head was supported by her knuckles, she was asleep, very subtley her elbow kept sliding forward. With each slip, her head got lower and lower until her whole arm (including her hand) and her rested on the table. As Ezreal leaned over to wake her up, something in the back of his mind told him don't do it Ezzy. But Ezreal was a very stubborn and persistant guy. And plus, he thought, she could get in trouble if she was caught sleeping in class. So he dismissed the warnings and poked her on the shoulder. She didn't stir. He then poked her again, still no response. So he patted her shoulder, she let out a small mumble but did nothing else, still sleeping. Then Ezreal shook her shoulder, that did it. She woke up and grabbed his arm in an instance, before he had the time to pull it away. She furrowed her brow and gave him a 'I'm not above murdering you' look. He was some what startled, but the look wasn't as unnerving to him as it was to most. Instead he took it as a threat, and that angered him. He had ego issues to say the least. He met her glare with an 'I dare you' look and then a furrowed brow. They sat parralel to each other still not moving, glaring at each other for about 10 seconds until Ezreal's wrist started to go numb. "LET GO!" Ezreal demanded still giving Vi his death stare. "Why should I? You don't like a stranger invading your personal space. Well, think about that before you touch me again," she growled. She released his hand and
''Automatic, systematic, come on don't be so dramatic, give me what i want or I'll take it..." Ahri sang softly as she brushed her tails during the teacher's boring lecture, "I love that little crazy thing you do-oo, I go crazy when I'm next to you-oo..." "Shutup, Ahri, some of us are trying to focus," hissed Cassiopeia. "And here i thought, Cass, the only class you payed attention to was Sex-Ed," Ahri replied, not looking up from her tails. "Haha, very funny," the snake-girl said sarcastically, " But i am trying to read a hot fan-fic." "What? Not getting enough action in real life?" Ahri mocked raising a suggestive eyebrow (sorry, I don't really know how to describe the scene, just imagine Ahri teasing Cass.) "Whatever Ahri, at least I'm getting more than you..." 'Cass' scoffed. "I highly doubt that, alligator skin," Ahri remarked, "And if you were, they wouldn't wouldn't be having as much fun with you as they are with me XD." "Shutup no one wants to hear your 'Survival of the Sluttiest' argument," Draven piped, twirling his mustache, "speaking of sluts, which one of you wants to meet me under the bleachers after school...maybe...both of you?" And with that Draven recieved two fists to the face...one from Ahri, and one from Cassieopeia. " Nice job," Ahri complimented Cass as she inspected Draven's now-broken face. "No, Cow-puppet, it's not Draven, it's Draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaavvvvvvvvvvvvveeennnnnnnnnnn," mumbled Draven-excuse me, I mean Draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaavvvvvvvvvvvvveeennnnnnnnnnn-before he lost all consciousness.