Ⱥ Ѧ ζ Ῐ ϩ ▢ Ӳ Δ Л Ѝ Ȋ Ͼ ▢ ϸ Я Ѻ Ʉ Ƚ Ӂ 
Guess what? I'm IN FRONT OF THE SCHOOL. You'd better back away 'cause I feel TIRED. Aalis was sprawled accross the front steps, staring blearily out into the lighted streets, her cap pulled down close to her eyes to block out the sun. A yawn over came her, and she stretched, arching her back and laying down again. She was tired, and didn't care about school, or the people in school at the moment. She had one thing in mind: sleep. She was determined to get it. But of course, the cars continuously driving by weren't of much help. "Rotten city... Can't find quiet anywhere..." she mummbled to herself. She lugged her sluggish body to its feet and half-carried, half-dragged her tattered bag inside the school. Feeling her stomache growl out of the blue, she muttered to herself, "This place better have some decent food, or else I'm going to scream..."
“ T h e r e . i s . n o t h i n g . i n . t h e . w o r l d . m o r e . s t u b b o r n . t h a n . a . c o r p s e . : . y o u . c a n . h i t . i t . , . y o u . c a n . k n o c k . i t . t o . p i e c e s . ,
. b u t . y o u . c a n n o t . c o n v i n c e . i t . . "