AN: Hello everybody. So this is my second story. Enjoy, and don't forget to Review!

Chapter One: The New Guy

Spyro looked down at the paper in his claws:

Mrs. Pesout, Room 118

He looked up at the sign above the door, 118. So this was his new class room.

"Well, can't stop now."

Spyro took a deep breath and opened the door just a crack. He peered inside. To his surprise the room was quite small. He saw the desks arranged in neat rows with students in each one. On the wall hung amateur drawings no doubt drawn by the other students. The multiplication and Division charts were up taped up on the front wall next to the clock. The desks were scratched and filthy from years of use. Cracks could be seen in the walls and Spyro swore he saw a black widow spider in a cobweb nestled in the corner.

At the front of the classroom stood the teacher, Mrs. Pesout. She was at least in her thirties and fairly small for her age, not much taller than the third grade students she taught. She had orange scales with a ruby red underbelly. Her eyes were hazel and her snout was short and squat. Her horns were thin and long, and perched on her nose was a pair of half-moon spectacles. Spyro gulped, he couldn't tell whether she was a nice teacher or a mean one. Hopefully she was the first one.

"What should I say?" Spyro thought to himself. It was obvious that the teacher was lecturing the students about something, he didn't want to just interrupt. Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a voice,

"Hello?" Spyro jumped a little, the voice had come from behind him. He looked around and saw a dragon, not much older than him, standing behind him. The dragon had bright red scales and yellow scales on his stomach and underbelly.

"Are you lost?" the dragon asked.

"I uh…" Spyro squeaked out. He was too frightened to say anything else.

"What's wrong with you?" The dragon asked, with a little hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.

"Uh, n-n-nothing. It's just that I'm new here." Spyro stammered. Spyro averted his eyes from the dragon's and stared at the floor. The dragon smiled and said,

"Well why didn't ya' say so? I'm Flame. What's your name?"

"Uh, Spyro."

"Nice to meet ya!" Flame offered his hand, which Spyro shook a little hesitantly. Perhaps this new school wouldn't be so bad after all.

Flame opened the door. He beckoned for Spyro to go inside.

"I-I-I can't" He stumbled, "The teacher's talking to the class." Flame rolled his eyes.

"Doesn't matter, it's not like she's saying anything important." He said. "C'mon you'll be fine."

"Um, okay." Spyro stepped inside the class room. He stood for a moment hoping that nobody would notice him, but almost as soon as he had stepped through the door the teacher had stopped talking. Flame followed Spyro into the room.

"Hey everybody, this is Spyro the new kid!" Flame shouted. Almost everyone immediately jumped out of their desks and rushed to greet him. They had never seen a new kid before, to them it was as if Spyro was a national event. The kids had completely surrounded Spyro while asking him questions. The teacher got the attention of the students. Once she had gotten them to calm down she turned to Spyro. She smiled.

"Welcome Spyro. I'm Mrs. Pesout." She said cheerfully.

"Hi." Spyro mumbled. He looked at the other kids. They were anxiously staring at him as if waiting for him to say more.

"Well Spyro, why don't you introduce yourself." Mrs. Pesout said. Spyro coughed nervously. He hadn't thought about introducing himself. Thoughts of doubt entered his head. What should he say? What if he said something wrong? Would they laugh at him? What if they didn't like him?

"Spyro? Is everything okay?" His teacher asked.

"Y-yes." He replied. He took a deep breath and prepared to introduce himself.

It had been a few hours since Spyro had introduced himself to the class. Things had gone quite well. The rest of the class had seemed to take and instant liking to him. They hadn't laughed at him or even make fun of him. Things were looking like they would be just fine. His fright had soon been replaced with relief, joy, and gratitude for his new class.

Mrs. Pesout had turned out to be actually quite nice. She wasn't mean or degrading in any way, she would definitely a be better teacher than Miss Boyer had been. She'd told Spyro that she had once been an astronomer. This intrigued Spyro, he loved anything about space. He loved to gaze at the stars and other planets, imagining what it would be like to live on them.

Mrs. Pesout was lecturing the students on how to multiply numbers. Spyro had tried to pay attention, but he had already learned these things in his old school. His thoughts eventually began to wander.

His thoughts drifted to his old life. His old school and its terrible students. The kids that made fun of him. His teacher, Miss Boyer, who was prone to rages of fury at the class and her awful punishments to help discipline her students. He remembered his old parents and the terrible things they had done to him. How they had mocked him and told him he was nothing. How they had neglected him and had refused to love him. The way his mother would glare at him as if he were nothing but an ugly stain that wouldn't go away. The way his father had beaten him almost every night. How he'd had to hide the bruises and cuts from others. He shuddered as he remembered how his parents had nearly killed him out of fury when he had told the principal of what they had done to him. He remembered his grief as he was sent to live at an orphanage. He remembered how terrible it had been there, the cold dreary rooms. The moody orphanage director, and above all the other children who had treated him like a freak.

Spyro shook his head to get rid of these terrible memories. He tried to remember happier things. His days in the orphanage came to an end, as he was soon adopted by a new mother and father. They had loved him as soon as they'd seen him. They had taken him to their home in Warfang where he started a new life. They praised him when he did well, and patiently disciplined him when he did wrong. His new mother's name was Mara, and his father's was Gerik. Mara had told him that she was unable to have babies so she and her husband had adopted Spyro. Spyro smiled as he remembered how happy he had been the day of his adoption.

The bell rang for recess. Spyro and the other children jumped from their seats and happily dashed outside.

Well that's the first chapter, I'll be updating soon!