You have to love High School. Three papers on books I haven't even started due in 5 days, an Accelerated Biology project I need done next week I have just found out about and a math assignment I can't comprehend. How fun! Writing is my sanctuary though, and summer will come shortly followed by college. Go parties! On an unrelated note for prom, rental tux + drinking contest = full payment for tux. Enough said about that.

The First Day

Darkness engulfs you. Its called sleep. Suddenly being jolted from the darkness, such as by an alarm clock sucks. I woke up to the loudest beep ever. Turning over I inspected the funny clock. 5:30. I realized though that ignoring the beep and sleeping for another 6 hours would ruin my first day of classes at the Garden. I pulled the covers off and flipped my legs over the side of my bed. "SHUT THAT FUCKING THING UP!" Thunder yelled. The insistent beeping continued though. "HOW?" I shouted back. "JESUS CHRIST HIT THE BIG FUCKING BUTTON LABELED SNOOZE THAN FLIP THE SWITCH ON THE SIDE DOWN!" Thunder thundered back at me. He wasn't a morning person. I hit the snooze button and the beeping stopped. I flipped the switch like he said.

I stood up and my body alerted me that it wanted to go back in bed now. The cold of morning air caused my skin to goosebump. I peered out the window and saw the sun just begin to peek from behind a hill. Beyond it I could see the waters of the ocean. It was beautiful, the color and scenery, like something out of a painting.

I would enjoy windows in this place, but I guess I might be a little fucking unstable in my damn head so just padded walls for me. I miss the sunrise.

I walked into the shower to waken myself up. The warmth of the water running down my body helped relax and waken me. I grabbed a towel, dried off and returned to my room. The dilemma starts. Xu never answered my question last night about uniforms. Although I didn't want to I knew I had to ask Thunder about it, the yelling or beating I may receive wasn't worth the price of embarrassment.

I knocked on his door. No reply. I knocked harder. "What the fuck do you want?" He opened the door saying this, fully dressed. "Uh… J-J-Just one thing, I wasn't given a uniform, do I need one?" He growled from his throat. "Talk to your fucking teacher about it. They'll tell you what you want done. Most teachers require uniform though. Why are you wet like a drowned fucking rat?" He mustn't have realized I showered this morning. "Shower." I replied. "Why? Is that why it sounded like a fucking air-raid in your fucking room this morning? Take it the night before dumbass, save time." He growled at me, much softer though. I didn't reply though. It was 6:30 and I only had an hour to grab breakfast and inspect my schedule.

I entered the mess hall, grabbed breakfast which was three pancakes, hash browns and two strips of bacon and sat down at the same table I sat with the people from yesterday. They weren't here, no one was for that matter. Two other people and myself were in the mess hall. I quietly ate within about 15 minutes and began to study my schedule.

I guess I hadn't looked at it the night before, there were really only five classes on my schedule. My first class was Sharpshooting 101 with I. Kinneas. Next up was Basic Magic taught by R. Leonhart. Third was Basic Hand Combat by Z. Dincht. A break was there for lunch. After this break I had Intro to GF's instructed by Q. Almasy. The last class of the day was Firearms taught again by I. Kinneas. I looked at the time schedule though for the classes though, five classes were taught with a break, but it said on my schedule that classes were from 7:30 to 17:30. My schedule said that classes were 96 minutes long with a 12-minute break in between classes. Ouch. Lunch was 50 minutes long with a 10-minute break.

If it sounds long to you it was long to me. Your balls were broke by the end of the day, plus the homework and training you had to do. Garden did want the best of the best I guess. You got used to it though, about 1 month in. A real bitch it was.

I guess it made sense, this wasn't simply biology or math Garden is teaching us. The 12-minute break made sense also to get things for your next class. I don't understand though this 18 o' clock stuff though. I'll have to ask Bass or someone that today. I gazed up at the clock in the Mess Hall. 6:50. The place was starting to fill up, so I took my tray back and when I arrived back at the table, most of the gang except for Clutch was their. "Hey Marco." They said in near unison. I sat down. "I have a question for you guys, what is this 17 o' clock stuff on my schedule?" I said. I heard a muffled giggle and looked up. Bass answered for me. "We run on military time here, it's real simple. 1 AM to 12 PM is the same, but let's say it's 1 PM ok? Add one hour onto the 12 PM. You now have 13 o' clock. If it's 2 PM it's 14 o' clock. 12 AM is 0 o' clock." He said, paused and continued, "So let's give you a quick test, what would 6:45 PM be military time?" I paused, added it in my head then answered, "It would be 18:45." He looked at me and smiled. "Correct, you'll catch on real quick it takes about a week."

Week my ass, I'm still struggling with it, when someone said a time it would be a 3 second pause for me to do it in my head, or if I gave a time. Then I looked like a big fucking retard because of that goddamn 3-second pause.

The group then started in conversation. I didn't pay attention too much though. It was 7:15 when I glanced up at the clock. "Pardon me, I want to get to class early, I'll see you all at lunch." I said. "Ok, see you than Marco." Willow said to me and smiled. She had a beautiful smile.

I glanced at my schedule. It said the classroom was 252. I found it after a minute of searching, the room numbers were easy to understand. I walked into the classroom and was greeted by the sight of the man from yesterday, talking with a girl in a yellow dress who must have ate a pound of sugar today. "Selphie, I know all about that and I talked to Squall yesterday, he said he'd make an exception to us. I'll tell them today ok?" He had a kind gentle voice. The girl though wouldn't stop bouncing. "Ok, I'll let you be though, you have company." She said in a very soft voice, yet even her voice had energy to it.

"Bye." He said, waving as she left the room. "Hey buddy, what can I do for ya?" He looked up at the cowboy. "Hello, Marco Hades its my first day and I just wanted to know about uniforms, everyone has told me to discuss it with my head teacher." He looked down upon me and a smile crept upon his face. "I know you, you were on that elevator yesterday." He paused, before I could answer he continued though, "I was going to discuss that in class today, but its nice to see your on top of things. You're new here huh? How do you like it so far?" As he spoke he took a seat behind his desk, swinging his boots on top of his desk. "I'm finding it an interesting experience." I said. He laughed. "Well ok Marco, nice to meet ya, the new year started two weeks ago, but you didn't miss anything. I know what you might be asking next, for me though you don't need a book or any of that crap. You're in luck, today I'm gonna address uniforms and weapon selection. Just in the nick of time. You might want to check with your other teachers though."

He stopped and picked a cup off his desk, taking a sip. "Damn, Selphie knows how to make good coffee. We have 10 minutes before class starts so I'll quickly catch you up. I have only three rules. Ask questions, listen, and look beyond your target. Language is open territory so if you swear up a storm be my guest. This class is all guys that's why language is open, but when around a lady I better not hear so much as the word butt come out of your mouth okay?" "Mr. Kinneas what about homework?" I asked. I now had taken a seat in the front of class. "There is none and please call my Irvine." I glanced up at the clock, 7:27.

The next thing I knew the class had entered the room in a split second. Irvine continues quickly anyway. "If you have any other questions don't be afraid to ask ok?" I smiled. "Ok, thank-you." I said. A tone than emitted from a loudspeaker. The start of class.

Irvine was right on one thing though, I had entered class at the nick of time. Three days later and I would be screwed.

"Ok everyone grab a seat and hush up for a sec. We have a new student, his name is Marco Hades. I expect everyone to give him a warm welcome." He got up from his desk and started to walk around the class. "Now let's get to business. I talked to Headmaster Leonhart yesterday about uniforms. My feeling on it is a sniper is a solitary figure and must be as comfortable as possible. I can't stress this enough that you look beyond your target. You control life or death when you take aim, a long blade user can stop his sword or slow it down, a hand combat expert can stop his punch, we can't stop a bullet or return it once that trigger is pulled. So after telling the Headmaster this we agreed that uniforms are optional to Sharpshooters." As Irvine finished saying this a murmur swept through the class.

He started speaking again though. "Now, what you wear is up to you, but if your asses show up in distracting or obscene clothes as I or any other staff deems so, your ass will be back in a uniform so fast the clothes you're wearing will look like an invisible man standing, got it?" Another murmur swept through the class.

"Also today we're selecting your weapon. Marco I know you kind of came into this blind, so if you don't have a selection that's fine I'll give you a few days, the rest of you though should have yours selected, if not speak with me as we walk to the armory." As Irvine said this the class all stood, Irvine swiftly walked down the aisle with us in tow and we went back down to the first floor.

As we walked to the armory Irvine gave a short lecture. "This should reside in your memories as one of the most important things you have done at Garden. I remember the day I picked up my gun. I still have it, modified of course. I actually have two, my shotgun or now the Exeter. However, my sniping gun was an Assassin .308 bolt action. I later modified it to a Black Assassin .308 semi automatic. Remember that your gun is your life. You treat it with respect, clean it after every use and you can never have too nice a looking gun."

He was right about the Garden part. When they shipped me here it took four fucking big guys and an armful of sedatives to separate it from me. I loved that damn gun.

With that we made it to a huge metal door marked ARMORY. Irvine slid a card through the reader and punched in an 8-digit number. I know it was 8 digits because after every press we heard a beep. The metal doors than beeped in approval and opened themselves to us.

The Armory was just as big on the inside as it appeared on the outside. Walls and walls of weapons greeted us. "All the guns are in back. Remember, you are given a sniping gun and your main weapon. Marco, you don't have to choose one right now, but if you have an idea of what your looking for tell me and I can make a recommendation, the rest of you go find your guns and bring them back here to have me register them to you." Irvine said, in a more stern voice. The class than scattered to the back to leave myself with the Cowboy.

"I have an idea of what I want in a sniping gun. I need something with distance but doesn't lack power. I need my gun heavier in the front also. Any sight is fine; scope is my preference though. As for a main weapon, short distance power is nice, I'll probably take a shotgun." I said, with clarity in my voice. That provoked a small to creep upon Irvine's face. He spoke, "You seem to know what you want in a gun, the gang will be back in a second, come after your classes today and see me. I'll be in my classroom, I'll take you down here I have an idea what you might like." After finishing speaking the group started to circulate back. "Ok, Josh you have…." Irvine started registering the guns to the class. I counted how many classmates I did have. 14 students including myself in this class. I guess sharpshooter isn't a popular thing at the Garden.

After what seemed like an hour seeing the process is actually quite long, we made our way back to the classroom. The clock read 8:30. I was right, about an hour. We shuffled back to our desks, it appeared the most popular gun for sniping was Irvine's Assassin .308, with a few variations in the feed mechanism. Being a former farmer you had to know these things. However, the main gun had several variations. Some students opted for pistols in different variations, other took shotguns and one kid took an full-automatic. I didn't know the make, pistols and full-autos aren't my thing.

Growing up on the farm taught me rifles only. My dad once told me that only dumbasses would take a full-auto. He said he fired one and its no big deal, just let's the bullets get out quicker. He had a pistol once, but when he shot at a Mesmerize trying to take a lamb and the bullet didn't make it was the last day I saw that gun.

As students looked at their new property Irvine spoke in a stern voice, gaining our attention. "Ok, you now have your firearm. There are golden rules you must always follow with a gun. If I EVER find out that you broke one of these rules I will take away your firearm and dismiss you from Garden myself. One, always treat your gun like its loaded. If I find or hear of anyone even goofing around with an unloaded gun I will kick your ass out of Garden myself. Two, never let anyone else handle your gun unless they know your gun. Finally, never point a gun at someone else unless you intend to shoot them. I know your still at an early age but soon you will have to make the decision of whether to take another person's life and to stop yourself form doing something you may regret later never take a target unless you fully intend to put a hole in it. Now let's do some basic gun care."

The rest of the class Irvine taught us how to unload, reload, clean, and take apart a gun. It was just a crash course, he said we would learn more tomorrow. With that, a tone sounded throughout the room and we hustled out to our next class.

I looked at my schedule. My next class was Basic Magic in room 259. I walked on the opposite side of the hall and went down a few rooms. I entered the room and was greeted by a woman with long black hair with a few golden streaks going through it. She wore a baby blue dress and long boots. "Yes?" She asked. "Yes, umm hello I'm Marco Hades, its my first day of classes here, are you R. Leonhart?" She smiled at me. "Yes, I'm Rinoa Leonhart, call me Rinoa. Welcome to basic magic, here let me get you a text book." She walked over to a small cardboard box on a table located to the right of the board. She handed it to me. "We just started, nothing you can't get. Read chapter one ok?" She finished. "Yes, do I need anything else?" I asked. She just shook her head no. For the second time today students filed in almost on cue, and among them were Janet. She sat in back, so I took a seat next to her.

She looked at me and then after about a second realized me. "Hey! I see you got scheduled with me. How's your first day so far?" She said, tossing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Good, is this class hard or easy?" I asked, I needed to know how late I would need to study. "It's easy if you already know how to use the basic elements. Nothing to major, no heavy magic or effect magic." She replied, a tone blaring in the background.

She was right, it was easy and I quickly excelled in it, but the first week was hell. It was boring, it didn't get interesting until it got interactive. I was taught by the best though, being a sorceress makes you that.

"Ok class, last week were just talking about how to tell the difference when gaining magic. So I've decided to quickly quiz you guys on it." Rinoa started. A giant moan went throughout the class. She continued, "Now don't fret, it's a group quiz, no grade on it whatsoever. So let's start. Ray, true or false…." And so the class went, for almost all the class. I stopped paying attention and opened the book she gave me and started reading. Personally, the book was way too infantile. When any book starts out with 'So you want to learn magic…' you know its going to suck. I read it anyhow, and didn't stop reading even after chapter one. The tone sounded, Rinoa was speaking about Fire magic, but I hated to book. At least I wouldn't have to touch it for about seven weeks.

Zell's class was on the first floor. I know Zell was teaching this class because the instructors name was Dincht with the first initial of Z. I'm pretty sure not to many other Z. Dincht's were in this school. I walked to the Training Center like the schedule said. Three arrows greeted me. To the right was firearms practice, straight ahead was training center with a warning below, and to the left the gym. The warning read: Live creatures are kept in this area. Do not enter unarmed. Garden is not responsible for injury or death.

The message brings up images of cute little bunnies. Figures Garden just wouldn't write dumbasses keep out. In my entire time at Garden though only 19 students got seriously injured and the year before that message went up some kid went in unarmed and got caught by a T-Rexuar. Stupid ass deserved it, I thought it was funny when I was told it though.

I walked to the left and ran into Zell. "Hey." I said. Zell looked at me for a second, then realized who I was. "Hey Marco, you have my class huh?" I nodded. I said, "Yes, well about that what will I be needing?" Zell smiled and told me, "Well, you don't need books or anything, but I recommend that you go change clothes, you will get a workout. You have lunch afterward you can take a shower if you wish. Shorts and a loose shirt would be fine. Go hurry and grab it, if you're late I won't care." I nodded, said a quick goodbye and ran to my dorm room. I guess jeans and a shirt isn't the best idea to fight in. I made it into the dorm and had changed my clothes when the tone sounded. I sprinted back to the center to be greeted by the class. Three faces stuck out like a sore thumb, Bones, Bass and Thunder.

"Ok class this is Marco here. He's new so go easy on him. Now let's start off with a review of the basics. Marco why don't you pair up with Thunder so he can catch you up ok?" Zell said. Crud, I don't like the sound of that. A murderous smile crept upon Thunder's face though. I complied, and Thunder looked me over quickly and under his breath he said, "You're ass is grass." Not good.

Zell walked over to us, telling the class to start. "Thunder, go over what we went over last week, basic blocks. Show him then demonstrate. Practice until you feel he is proficient ok?" Zell said. "Yes sir!" Thunder said with conviction in his voice. He waited a second till Zell was out of earshot than started, "Ok bitch, there are three basic blocks. The first is an upper block for down hand strikes to the head. Next are side blocks for attacks swinging across laterally. Finally, down blocks for kicks." Thunder than had me demonstrate on him. Not too hard. Thunder than said, "Ok, now I'll strike you block." Before I even said ok, he started. The first strike was a down strike on my head, I barely blocked, quickly followed by a punch coming to my side, a kick shortly followed that, and the next thing I knew I was on the ground and my nose hurt bad.

Fucking asshole set me up like pins and knocked me down.

Stars surrounded me, and I was helped up to my feet. I could make out Zell, I shook my head and cleared myself of the stars. Zell looked at my nose and said from what I thought was miles away, "Get him a towel, are you ok?" I nodded. Zell looked me over and continued, "Bass will take you to the infirmary, Thunder, what happened?" I looked over at Thunder who had a concealed grin on his face, he said, "I don't know sir, I threw a few basic punches, he wasn't as quick as I thought I guess, I wasn't throwing them hard though." Zell nodded. Liar. Bass grabbed my arm, steadied me and helped me on my way.

What a fucking prick. I know his ass did it on person, that's ok though people like him get it in the end. If I had any balls back then though I would have at least kicked him in his on my way down that motherfucker.

We walked to the Infirmary. Bass looked at me and said, "What really happened?" I smiled and told him what went down. He nodded and we continued in silence. We got into the infirmary and I sat down. A doctor Kadowaki greeted me and saw my nose. She spoke in a firm voice that had an authority behind it, "Step in here." Bass waved bye and I did as I was told. She looked me over and took the towel away. She grabbed a box from a table near her, "Well you have a nice broken nose, it isn't very bad though I'm gonna give you a shot, it won't hurt due to pain already their, that will stop the bleeding, reduce swelling. You'll have a huge bruise though but not brace over your nose." She injected me, she was right it didn't hurt. She than sent me on my way with instructions not to participate in class for today.

I walked back into class just as it was dismissed. So much for that. I went back to my room, changed and went to lunch. I was greeted by the gang. "Hey Marco, heard about the hit you took, what an asshole." Janet said. I hadn't bothered with a tray, just a granola bar, I didn't believe in lunch. "Yeah, well it happens, hey Clutch where were you this morning?" I asked, I didn't want to get into my true feelings of the subject. Clutch swallowed a huge mouthful of food and looked at me as if I was from outerspace. "I'm an engineer, I don't have to get started with classes until 9:18." He said, then continued eating. I nodded.

Bones laughed for a second following that. I looked at him, I said, "What's so darn funny?" Bones started laughing even harder. He stopped, but you could tell in his voice he was struggling. Bones said, "Poor kid, your first day and you don't know about engineers, you got your ass handed too you and you said darn. Normally that's not funny, but not the kind of day I would want." His comment didn't bother me though. Its funny if you think about it, he has a point. I shouldn't be surprised by Thunder either, I knew it was coming. I started to laugh too.

Well after a merry discussion the tone rang. I hurried to the next room on my schedule, room 234. I found the room for Intro to GF's. I walked into the classroom. Inside stood a woman with golden blonde hair, wearing conservative glasses and dress. "Can I help you?" She asked. Her voice was soft, but it had a sense of strength too it. I straightened up a bit and said, "Yes, I'm new here my name is Marco Hades, are you umm Q. Almasy?" She looked at me for a second. "Yes, that is Instructor Almasy to you though. You won't need a textbook, everything is available through the computer in your desk, but you do have work to catch up on. Tomorrow bring a paragraph about three GF's you like."

I nodded and a tone rang, the class just snuck up on me. I looked through the crowd and saw Willow in the middle, and I sat next to her. "Hey." She said. I merely nodded in approval. Instructor Almasy started in on a lecture, I wasn't paying attention though. The class went quickly, I looked up information on my computer. I work very well independently. The tone rang before I knew it. I looked at Willow before I left, we gave pleasantries in parting.

I walked to the final class on my schedule, it was located in room 252 for Firearms the same room as my first classroom. I walked in, greeted by Irvine for the second time today. He looked at me though, and then said, "What happened to your nose?" I laughed. I told him about it, he understood. He reminded me to stay after class to go select my firearm. For the final time today the class filed in, and among them was Clutch.

He sat next to me of course. I looked at him, wondering before curiosity got the best of me. I asked him, "Hey I thought you were an engineer, what are you doing in here?" He looked at me again, not as weird as before. "Uh engineers learn about small arms remember?" He said, slightly annoyed. I laughed. Irvine started to class off asking about their thoughts on semi automatics over revolvers. I listened with interest, it was a good debate.

After class I stayed behind. Irvine put a few papers in his desk. "Ok let's go." He said. We walked to the Armory in silence, and he punched an 8-digit code in again. The door beeped in tired approval and opened. "I thought about what you said, and I believe I have the perfect weapon for you." He said. "I would recommend though pistols in your case, you look more like a straight hip shooter, a pair. You don't have to stick with my decision though, but I'll assign them to you if you want ok?" He asked, as we came to the back. Rows of firearms greeted us. Some of them I knew, most of them I didn't.

He dragged me over to a gun. Love at first sight.

Damn right love at first sight, everyday I think about it the more that I know Irvine was a matchmaker. He gave me the best weapon ever. If you could count on one thing with Irvine he knew about his guns and he knew about his women.

It was a silver barreled gun with a solid oak finish. It appeared to be a pump action, but it had a magazine for some reason. It saw that it fitted a multitude of sights with a side ejection. Irvine saw the awe in my eye and spoke several seconds later, "It is heavier in the front due to the finish, it can be a peep, open or scope sight. If you notice it appears to be a pump, that is for grip though, it is a 4 shot magazine, 5 total if you have one in the pipe. Yes, it is a solid oak finish. We got it three days ago, I read up on it. It's worth every Gil spent on it. It's a new line, the Silver Assassin 30-06. You have the power you wanted with no lack of distance. In even wind at 1/2 mile above sea level can easily go a mile. What do you think?" I smiled. "Perfect." That's all that could be said about the gun. Irvine nodded, grabbing the gun and a case. "We'll put an sign on it for you like mine, only if you like it after one month. Let's find a main gun for you."

Rows and rows of guns met my eyes, I had no clue what I wanted. Irvine asked some question such as what I like to do with a gun, how I feel about pistols, shotguns, full-autos. After discussion he gave me some recommendations. He said, "Well based on your opinion full-autos are out, no question on that. You haven't shown a preference to a shotgun or pistol. Personally I use a shotgun, but so many people are following in my footsteps that only one other person took a pistol, and it was a .357 Silver Chain Magnum. Personally, I see you as a dual pistol person, you don't look like a shotgun man and your preferences have shown so. How do you feel about that?" I looked at him, I said, "I don't care, pistols would be nice. My dad shot 9mm and hated it, so what else is open?" Irvine nodded, looked at the pistols and spoke, "Well we can get you .45 or the new .44 that is special Seed issue. One other option is a .22 but that's too weak to do anything. I would go with .45 but now it is your choice on pistols. All of the .45's are very good, do you want more balance or a quicker shot?" I thought about it for a second, then remembered my dad always said quality of quantity. "Balance." Irvine nodded and showed me three pairs of guns. One was black with a black grip, it had a sleek look but wasn't my style. The next was silver with an oak handle. I thought about it, but upon seeing the third set I quickly dropped the choice. The pistols were gold plated with an oak handle. The gun looked stylish and mean in one package. I pointed at the guns, "These."

A huge smile lit up on Irvine's face. He laughed taking them down, "You have a good taste in guns kids, these are Goldstar .45's. They have a 14 shot magazine, one in the pipe makes it 15 total. The guns have excellent balance, are easy to eject and put back in and the trigger is good at an easy four-pound pull. The speed of the bullet is good, she'll put one out just as quick as you can pull the trigger, but don't get happy they have a tendency to jam if you go trigger-happy. Keep that in mind." He registered the guns to my name, gave me the case and I went back to my dorm happy as a clam.

I knocked on the dorm door, the entered. Thunder was nowhere to be seen. I put the guns in my room. I looked at the pellet gun I own. I put it in it's case along with the picture of my dad. "Don't worry, I'll take you out sometime, but I need to get good with these first." I whispered. I wasn't talking to the guns though, just the effigy of my father. He always appreciated a job well done.

My dad one time bitched at me for a week because I had chosen to go to something with him, I forget over doing a job I promised our neighbor. He told me that if it comes down to him or my job to take my job, he'd always be there for me but that job may disappear.

I quickly got supper, no one was there. I came back to the dorm. My clock read 20:30. Time just flew getting the gun and eating. I opened a notebook and got started with the homework for Instructor Almasy. The three GF's I chose were Shiva because of how cool she was. I also chose Ifrit because I like fire. Finally, I chose Diablos, I enjoy the darkness. I didn't put these as my reasons, but this is my true reasons for liking them. I looked again at the clock, 22:12, where does the time go. I didn't realize it but Thunder had stumbled in. I walked into the living room to put the pen back I had borrowed and ran smack dab into him.

First he looked angry, but upon looking at me laughed. Still laughing he managed to speak, "I told you your ass was grass, but Jesus fucking Christ one punch and your ass was out. If I would have known that I would have just punched you in your chest for a bit." He started laughing even harder as I started to turn red.

I should have taken one of my new guns out and shot his ass just for being him. Or I should have returned a favor. Or had pillow meet face in sleep. I should have done something right then, but I didn't. I'm a little bitch like that.

I didn't say anything though, I just walked into my room. I looked at the clock for a second. After looking at it I figured out the alarm. I set it for 6:00. I laid down on my bed reminiscing in the days events. I slowly drifted to sleep though.

Well I applied some of the ideas, if you guys have any more ideas I'm open to them. Reviewing is very nice and I appreciate all those who do so. Input is a wonderful tool for a writer. Updating is going to be less frequent though, I really need to focus on school right now. So in about a week expect an update. One other thing though, is it Ifrit or Irfrit. I'm pretty sure it was the first spelling, but I'm too lazy to check up. Peace.