Cole's POV

I had only been at Marty Oppenheimer's for a few days and I was already hating it...

Everyone was infuriating! All these polite-yet-rude people walking around boasting about how much money they have and what they would do when they left Marty's; be a professional actor, be a singer, be a dancer, be a stupid preppy rich kid with no aims in life other than making money that they don't need off of a career choice that was more than likely not going to get them anywhere...

It was early in the morning, school was about to be in session and it was great to enjoy the moments of peace before lessons started and the people were staring at you every second of the day because they were jealous of you...

I sat on my bed in the dormitory, thinking about the past few days. It had been pretty uneventful, I had made a possible enemy or a friend in Romulus, which was okay by me. I had gotten lost several times in the huge expanses of hallways and multiple classrooms and all these new people who were annoyed by the fact that I was the awesomely talented son of Lou Hence, and I am a great person! Obviously!

But they refused to help me out because of it. How much more immature can a group of people get?

Romulus sat on his bed, opposite my own. He had a pitch black electric guitar sat on his lap and he was plucking strings at random; I couldn't play guitar very well myself, it's why I gave mine to Alice, but I could tell that he knew nothing about the instrument at all.

I looked to Romulus, "You don't know how to play do you?" I questioned.

"Of course not! Why do you ask?" He said in his accented voice.

I looked at him for a moment. I must have looked weird because Romulus started laughing. "It belonged to a student who used to stay in this room, the kid graduated and left it behind."

"Then why do you have it if you can't play it?" I asked. "Why do you own a suit if you don't wear it?" Romulus countered, gesturing to the closet next to my bed, which held a suit that I hadn't even taken off the hanger.

"We just have things...for no reason." He concluded.

The school bell rang, its shrill noise resonating throughout the room. Romulus casually placed his hands over his ears, blocking out the noise. He did that every morning when the bell rang, as if the noise hurt him, it was unusual, but it was annoying...so I payed no attention.

I got up and sighed, "Another day of performing arts school. Yay!" I said with false sarcasm.

"Better get used to it," Romulus said. "If you try and enjoy your time here, it will go by faster."

He sounded a lot like Sensei Wu, but his voice was accompanied by a rich accent.

I got off my bed, pulled on my black hoodie and walked to the door, opening the door I looked back at Romulus and said. "Why would I wear a suit, I look just as good in a ninja gi!" And with that, I walked off to my lesson to get the day started.

I left the room and started walking to my first class; which was dance, walking through the maze-like corridors, hoping I would find my class on time. Teachers weren't very lenient when it came to being late. I got to my classroom, but a group of boys, each wearing suits, blocked the doorway. They were all leaning over someone, shouting in his face.

"Where do you think you're going kid?" The apparent leader of the group asked.

"Well... I ... was going to go to my next lesson..." The boy timidly replied.

"You hear that guys? He's going to his next lesson." The leader said to his group.

He probably thought he sounded smart and foreboding, but to me he sounded like a complete idiot. I thought about whether I should step in and help the kid, but when a member of the group pushed him onto the floor, that crossed the line. "Whoa, whoa guys," I said, stepping in front of the scrawny kid. "Calm the hell down."

The group stared at me, as if I had just made a grave mistake. "Did you just use the word 'hell'?" One of them asked, only to be elbowed by the leader.

"Stop worrying about the way this show off speaks!" The leader shouted. Apparently the way you spoke was important here... The ring leader walked up to me, standing on his tiptoes just so he could look me in my eyes. "Have you got a problem, punk?"

I thought for a moment. Yes, I did have a problem. I looked down to him, giving him my stone cold glare that scared the bravest serpentine and made them go crying to mommy. The leader squirmed under my gaze, like every enemy I had ever faced.

"Well?" He said, sounding a little unsure of himself, now. "As a matter of fact, I do have a problem." I said, I took the leader by the collar of his suit and pushed him up against the wall of the hallway. His eyes widened with terror.

"You know who I am, don't you? I am the master of earth. The cold, unforgiving earth." I pointed to the scrawny kid that was still sat on the floor. "You mess with him, and you will have to watch out for the full force of my power. Believe me, you don't want to be on the receiving end of it..."

I let go of the leaders collar and he stumbled away from me, along with the rest of his group. They turned away and ran. I looked back to the boy on the floor, and held out my hand to him.

"Need some help?" I asked in a calmer voice.

He took my hand and I hoisted him up. He was a small kid, deep brown eyes and sandy blonde hair. He stood and adjusted his glasses. He looked a lot like a very young Cyrus Borg.

Collecting his books into a pile and holding them in his hands, he spoke "Thank you, Cole Hence." He held out his hand this time. I took it and shook it in a formal welcome, "Yeah, that's me. But who are you?" I asked. "I'm Simon Levighn. Pleased to meet you."

He seemed like a nice person, no reason to dislike him.

"What lesson do you have next?" I questioned.

"Dance. In this room." He said, pointing to the door on his left. The same room as me.

"Me too, let's go and survive this lesson together." Simon gave a laugh and walked into the room with me following behind. I may have just made a friend.