((Author's Note: I find it difficult to keep any of my stories if I take them seriously, so now I'm just going to have fun and type away at this satire. I hope you find a way to like or appreciate it. :D))
"Your alias at this orphanage will be Kyrie."
"Can I be Squirrel instead?!"
Sigh.
"No."
A young boy about the age of ten stood in the office of a man named Roger. He had mid-neck-length brown hair, and matching eyes of the same color.
"Now, you will use this name around the orphanage, and not use your rea- Stop playing with the curtain."
It what seemed to be an instant, the young boy was hiding in the dark blue drapes of the office. He poked his head out, looking mildly confused.
"Huh?"
Roger sighed, holding his head. 'What was Watari thinking?' He wondered to himself.
"Listen, use the name Kyrie from now on, OK?"
"Kee-ree-ay?" He asked, "What's that?"
"Your alias." Roger repeated, frustrated.
"Kay..." He said slowly, looking around, "Where's the petting zoo?"
"There isn't one. This is an orphanage."
"Oh yeah..." He looked sad for a moment, then instantly cheered up, "OK! Bye!"
Giggling, the younger boy raced out the door before Roger could protest, by the time the old man had opened his mouth, he was already turning a corner down the hallway.
"Good lord. This kid is a prodigy?" Roger echoed, shaking his head, "Impossible."
And that was Kyrie's first day at Wammy's House.
((Please review, if you do, I may even continue this 'story'. No complete flaming/ overly harsh and rude critique, please. It's uncalled for.))