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Moe's eyes widened a slight tinge as his name was called. In the back of the line, he turned to his room. "Oak, eh?" He muttered. He glared off at the remainder of the group. He was happily separated from the group, turning the knob on the door ever so slightly. An assembly tomorrow? He questioned periodically in his thought pattern.

Though the question had been asked many times already, he pondered as to why they were all here. His eyes darted back and forth betwixt each and every corner of his new dwelling. He unearthed his new home on the foundry of decision, the choice to comply and show up. Moe's backpack soon hit the bed, and he sat beside of it. He watched through the open door as the others passed by him. One by one. Some would become mere acquaintance. Some friends, perhaps. However; it was the potential of an enemy he was most concerned about. He fidgeted with his fingerless gloves, still watching his new school-mates deter themselves down the hallway.

"Where in the hell are we?" He questioned soundly.