The man-boy uneasily placed one hand on the ice-cold iron gate that was as cold as ice. It was winter and snow hung thickly in the air along with his breath. He did not have asthma, but good guess. His breath was still sticking to the air, though, like a purple Elmer's glue stick, the kind that school's make little kids get in abundant amounts before the first day of school.
A small figure was peering out at him from her window. I will describe her to you. She looked to be about ten years in age. The first thing you would notice about her is that she looked far too young to be attending middle school, let alone high school at the prestigious Yamaku Academy. You would also be looking down at her and wonder why she was so short. This is because she has not put on her legs yet. She has pinkish-yellow blonde hair in two bouncy pigtails as bouncy as two bouncy balls. She has two saucers for eyes that are green and big, like an overgrown elephant.
The girl giggled softly to herself, and the laughter soon escalated. She fell off of her window seat and began rolling around on the floor and cackling violently. This figure would surely fall for her charming falsely-happy-go-lucky personality and winning smile. She had a whole plan for him, and he would serve his purpose like a waiter at a five-star restaurant.
Before she fell to her fluffy pink carpeted floor, the hooded figure looked up to see a small child in one of the windows. He took out his phone and checked the generic GPS app he had downloaded prior to starting his walk. He didn't understand how he could have ended up at an elementary school. The address was correct, however, and he rang the heavy doorbell. The was a soft buzzing in the distance, like a yellow-and-black bee, and then the frigid gates opened like they do in movies. He took a deep breath, deeper than the Atlantic ocean, and slowly took a step forward into the great unknown.