A young, short girl walked into the front doors of the school. She glanced around and decided that she did not like this place. The only thing she liked about it was that it was full of crazy people like her. So, now she won't feel so left out. She had no idea though if the people here were nice or all...Narcissists.
Yes, Narcissists. Kyoki just learnt what that word meant awhile ago but she has a very strong liking to the word. When she says it, she actually sounds smart. Narcissists. Narcissists. Narcissists.
Kyoki made her way to a classroom she thought was hers. The people she asked to help her out guided her to this certain classroon. So it has to be it. So, she slowly opened the door to find a boy, maybe around her age, walking around the classroom and sitting down in different desks every minute. She furrowed her eyebrow in confusion and quietly made her way in the classroom. She walked slowly up to the front and placed her bag under her desk and took out a black marker from her bag. She took the lid off and began drawing tiny stickmen on her desk. Just a way to entertain herself for now.