The short, tanned skinned boy walked into the auditorium shortly after he heard screaming. In retrospect, he should of taken that as a sign to just leave regardless of what anyone else thought, said or did. Yet here he was, standing and watching as a blaze of fire shrunk down until it disappeared at where they came from in the first place - an arrogant looking adult. Sunan blinked and rubbed his eyes. Was he seeing correctly? Perhaps this was just a really long, detailed dream. There was gossip that they were gathered at the school because they all had some sort of elemental power, and he couldn't wrap his head around it, even when it was right in front of his face like that. A man that could create flames like that? It had to be some sort of trick, right? Was MTV's Punk'd back on air?
No was the answer, to his dismay, everything was very real. Now he was stuck in some hick town in Montana, not that he actually know what kind of place this was at all, but he was currently too irritated to care. He had been taken from his comfort zone, again, and placed in a boarding school. Sunan wasn't a stranger to living away from home, but he strongly doubted that living and attending school at Mecca Mana would be anything like living with the monks in Thailand. The boy moved towards an aisle to find a seat, clad in a loose orange hoodie and tan cargo shorts. His parents had insist he dress nice for the first day, but he had rebelled, and came wearing beat up sneakers instead of dress shoes.
He took a seat not far from a few other peoples. A boy playing angry birds, a bubbly girl, a lanky boy and a girl with burns over her body. He didn't look their way, and instead put his gaze ahead. The more he thought about it, the more he came to realize that it might not be so bad. At least it was a new place, giving him more areas to explore and discover. Though Sunan really could do without the whole 'This is a boarding school, and not just any boarding school, it's frickin' Hogwarts. You got some crazy elemental ability kid, welcome to the looney bin.' thing. Seriously? Elements? What were they, seventeenth century alchemists? Please. Not that it wasn't an interesting thought, but, really? He remained unsure about this whole situation, and how his supposed 'abilities' were already bringing him grief wasn't helping.
Sunan slid the large headphones off from over his ears until they were resting on his shoulders, around his neck. He followed that up by turning off his ipod, an older model given to him by a friend before he moved back to America, and returned the device back to his hooded sweatshirt's pocket. The boy crossed his arms over his chest, it seemed like the man had gotten what he wanted, the attention of the students. He might as well tune into what they had to say, and put aside what they wanted him to do later.