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She said she wasn't judging them. "Really? Your actually going to try to deny that?" He thought to himself. At the very least she was judging him. He didn't mind, he tried to put on a tough look. She called him a criminal. Again, that is what he was going for.

She was looking at him again, and with him leaning down so far their faces were quite close. He got to see her eyes again, he was actually happy about this. He liked her eyes. It didn't help he had a thing for redheads. But he wasn't really able to enjoy this considering her attitude. He didn't really mind that he was called a criminal. It was more that this girl held herself above everyone else. He didn't mind so much about him being looked down upon. He didn't like being looked down upon, but considering his appearance it was understandable.

After she said her point she stormed off. He stood up straight as she walked away. He crossed his arm and watched her storm off. She walked to the front of the room and sat at the front. He had taken an interest in her for some reason. He was taking this seriously. He really was. He wanted to prove this girl wrong. He wasn't a criminal because he enjoyed it. He didn't want foster homes and the like, and he hated authority quite a bit. Gang life seemed the easiest way for the freedom he wanted. He was actually pretty smart as well, at least he liked to believe. He was gonna prove this girl wrong.

He shook his head vigorously. Why did he care? He pushed the thought of her out of his head.

The rest of his thoughts were cut short when the older individuals at the front began addressing everyone. He spread his legs slightly and stood very tall, weight evenly distributed and arms crossed. He was almost immediately met with a warm breeze to the face, provided by two of the individuals at the front. He enjoyed it, and smiled some, welcoming the warmth.

The teachers began being introduced. He only payed minimal attention to most of them, except of course the one he was to be assigned to, the air teacher Gina Games. She looked stern, and he knew they weren't going to get along.

Atomsk thought to himself. "Maybe I should try to change a little bit while I'm here. After all, I got a get out of jail free card, i might as well make it count." He decided he would start with his look. He couldn't do much at this exact moment. He decided to take off his hat and bandana. His grey hair went down pretty far. It was normally held up some by his hat, but without it it hung down past his shoulders some. It was clean though, and a quick shake of his head straightened it out enough. He felt sort of weird without a hat on.

The subject of questions was brought up. He looked around, hoping to she one out of another, something to fill the empty room with sound. He began flipping his knife repeatedly again. This time switching to four flips before he caught it. He decided to raise his hand to ask the question that had been bugging him since he came here.

"What are we exactly? Where do we come from and what do you want with us?" Three questions, he was annoyed at even himself for that.