The wind whipped the air around it like whipped cream. The sky was dark like night and the stars were shining like shiny diamonds on the wedding ring I once saw in the window of a jewelry store in the mall. A hooded figure pierced the skyline like an earring. He was stunningly handsome with skin like melt-in-your-mouth chocolate. His eyes glowed. They could be mistaken for stars. That's how bright and beautiful they were. I wish I could describe them to you. His identity was hidden by his hood because he didn't want anyone to see him or know who he was. He knew that the more mysterious he was the more that the girls would want him. Girls like mysterious boys. I know because I'm a girl. Trust me. Anyway, he was walking to his new school. He had been walking for a while because he was from New Jersey and the school was in Japan. He had been bulging, pulsing leg muscles from the walk. I wish you could see them. They were like the leg muscles that you see on wrestlers except hotter and less sweaty. So, like I was saying, the school was located in Japan. It was called Yamaku Academy. You're probably wondering how this perfect guy with the perfect body and perfect dreamy eyes was crippled. That's going to come later. I mean, seriously, I can't tell you everything now. You can look forward to it. So, he trudged through the snow that covered the ground like saran wrap and reached the gates of Yamaku.