Isamu Korino's Story

Isamu let out a heavy yawn as he strolled on down the road, barefoot of course. His pale feet were coated in dirt and scratches and the bottom of his jeans were wet from mud puddles that could not be avoided, however, he did not care. Puddles were not as dangerous as say... a creek... or even worse... the ocean. He ran a hand through his short spiky orange hair and studied what lay ahead of him, Featherwood Halls. Yep. His new home away from... er... streets.

Yep, that's right, Isamu was moving from the streets to a school. He wasn't homeless or anything, he just preferred the travel from place to place and leave his mark on each town he passed through. You better believe it, people never forgot Isamu once they met him. His hair was eye-catching, his eyes sent chills up people's spines, his black wings were... odd... everything about the young man was odd. Even the long scar that ran across his left eye, but he did not care.

Now was his chance to start a new beginning. He had enough education to get into Featherwood Halls, and so that was where he was headed. He was senior age but was being put into a Junior level class.

Upon reaching the door, he stopped to study the architecure. How intricate. He was very fascinated in art.

Isamu grumbled to himself and was caught off-guard when Opal rubbed his head. Isamu jumped out of his chair, knocking it to the floor. His heart raced and he was ready to flee at any moment, but that was not necessary. The boy who had touched him had left the room already. And so, Isamu headed off to P.E class.

Upon arriving to the gymnasium he did not change his clothes. He preferred to stay in his long sleeved turtle neck shirt and jean pants. He did not like people to see his thin and sickly frame. No one. Not ever.

Naomi had her uniform on, tying her hair into a high pony tail. She turned around, slightly shocked. One thing was surprising... she has one hell of a figure and definitely wasn't flat-chested. Even a few guys in the gym were blushing their head off. This was hard to tell since her normal school uniform is... well, big on her, but the gym uniform was somewhat tight. She rolled her eyes and giggled a little. "Teasing me already, eh?" She sat down on the benches and waited for the teacher to arrive.

A man with a very built body, almost disturbing, came into the classroom. He scanned his students as he walked to the corner of the gym everyone was standing at. He slammed his fist on the wall, shaking the whole gym and making everyone go silent. "... Thank you." He picked up his clipboard. "Hello students and welcome to gym... you will know me as Mr. Hayato or... your worse enemy. I will not accept any disrespect from any of you. You respect me, I'll respect you back. This class will not be easy and--" He notices Isaumu not wearing his uniform. He pushed everyone aside and was face to face to him. "... Why do you not have your uniform on? You're not special, you have to wear it just like everyone else. You know, it's 50 percent of your grade to wear it... and kid, you most definitely will not pass with a 50 on your report card." He pointed to the boy's locker room. "Go put on your uniform and don't give me crap about it."

Isamu stared at him. Sure, he was a frightening man. But as afraid of him as he was, Isamu would not be putting on his uniform without a fight. he was incredibly thin and it embarrassed him to the ends of the Earrth and back. he didn't need everyone staring at his brittle figure... but wait... maybe he could get away with something...

So Isamu headed of to the locker room, but her didn't hurry about it. When he came back he had his long sleeved shirt on underneath his gym uniform. he had taken his pants off and worse the shorts. Isamu wasn't as embarrassed about his chicken-like legs as he was his tiny arms and bony elbows.

Kojo watched him, raising an eyebrow. Of course, the boy was one too happy about having to put a shirt on, but he had done it. Why? Because he wanted to make sure that he got the best grades possible while at school. He grinned a toothy grin before turning his attention back to the teacher.

Kestrel just stood there, quiet as always.

Mr. Hayato just nodded his head slowly and chuckled. "So you think you're clever, do you?" He picked up his clipboard. "Alright, listen here kid, I'll give you half credit for today just because it's your first day... you're only allowed to do that when it's winter time... but if you're not wearing that uniform by tomorrow, you will run 2 laps around this whole school. Now imagine how agonizing that would be." He turned to the class. "But if I see any of you guys copy his idea, you will run 3, got that?" The class answered in a "Yes sir." "Good! Now... lets see here..." He looked down at his clipboard. "Ah yes..." He made his voice loud and clear. "Today's activity is for upper-arm strength. This is useful for those of you who have powers to turn into 4-legged animals, mostly for digging. Also for those who have to use their arms to summon certain things." He pointed to the long rope connected to the ceiling and dangling down. "You will have to climb up that rope and ring the bell at the top. After that, you will get a one-hundred for today. Remember class, this is the easiest thing you will do this year. Now... anyone want to go first?"

Tails stared at the rope. It had to be at least 15 feet tall. Having little to none upper body strength, he gulped. 'This is going to be a long period,' he thought. He was definitely not going to go first. He looked around the class. Hoping someone would volunteer.

After seeing no one raising their hands, he decided to look for the ones avoiding it the most. He spotted a girl with a small pony tail and some weird hair lining. He pointed at her. "You! The one with the retarded antennas!"
Naomi looked up shocked. "M-Me?!"
Mr. Hayato nodded. The class laughed at Naomi's new nickname.
Naomi blushed in embarrassment. "Sir, with all do respect, my hair just does that..."
"And I really don't give a crap, get over there, NOW!!"
Naomi stood up and rushed over to the rope. She grabbed onto it and started to pull herself up. She got about 6 feet off the ground and then fell back down, head first.
"You okay, Antennas?"
Naomi moaned in pain and sat up, rubbing the back of her head. "Absolutely perfect..."
Mr. Hayato frowned. "10 laps around the gym for sarcasm."
Naomi let out a shriek "EHH?!?!" But then stood up and started running around the gym.
Mr. Hayato turned around once again. "Now... who's next?!"

Isamu let out a heavy sigh of relief. He went into the locker room and changed back into his pants. After, he went and sat on the bleachers in the gym with his chin in his hands. He did not eat very often, and so, he did not wish to go to lunch. Although, Art class was next, that was something that he was good at.

Kojo grinned and hurried to get dressed, then ran off to the cafeteria. He was the first in line of course and demanded each lunch lady to give him extra servings. He then sat down and began pigging out.