He was in trouble, of that he was sure. He had been late that morning, all because of his mother and her stupid broken alarm clock and he has forgotten his homework on his desk. His teacher was going to be upset, making all the others make fun of him for his utter stupidity.
That was why Marlin had been sitting at his desk, head resting on his arms trying to think of a way out. He had almost given up, the idea of confessing immediately ready in his mind when he felt something him on his head.
There it was, the paper due that day right in front of him with all the answers written down with a rather childish handwrite . He looked up at the name and jerked up after he read it: Arthur Pendragon.