After lunch, we all went back to the hallways of the school to go back to class. "What's your next one?" I asked. Ava turned to me, moving her hand off of the hall signs. "Room 380." "Hey, me too!" She smiled. Her teeth were very white and she had her red lipstick smeared over her top teeth. I stifled a laugh and said, "Yeah, I'll lead you there." 

We entered the classroom and sat behind Izzy. Izzy was a six-foot hairy twelve-year old, but not exactly. He aged twice as fast as normal kids, so, physically, he was twenty-four. He had a small blonde soul patch to match his tufty blond spiked hair. "Do you have a pencil?" Izzy asked Ava, who flinched and handed him one. "Who was that?" she whispered. "Just Izzy."