"Have a great first day at school!" My mother said out the window. "Okay, bye!" I replied. I went into the garage and brought my bike out. The school wasn't that far so I decided to ride my bike. I drove on to the road, I noticed that Sun h was on a bike too. We rode together and chatted on our way.
The school looked like your average middle school, flag pole in front. I looked at the flag, someone was on top of it. I stopped and looked. It was a boy, about my age, had his legs wrapped around it. He had no harnesses to hold him or what so ever. He was putting in a new pulley on the top. "Hey kid, get down!" I shouted. He looked at me, he tightened the last screw and slid down. "What do you think you were do up there." I asked. A few other students stopped and looked at us. Some of the the new students looked as if they supported me. A few older students just laughed. "Actually, I was fixing the flagpole, I do work here you know." He said. He had a strong British accent. "Wait, you work here then that..." I said. "The names Paint." He finished. "Oh sorry, I didn't know." I apologized. "It's okay, it happens a lot." I said. The bell ringed, "you better get to class." He said. I nodded and ran in to the school.
The first class was nice, I got situated in all my morning class. Soon enough it was lunch time. I was walking to a table that Sun was sitting in when a girl stuck her foot out. I tripped and my food crashed on the ground. "Oh I'm sorry." The girl said sarcastically. She and her friends laughed. The entire lunchroom was looking at me, some were laughing as well. My face burned with embarrassment. A hand reached down, "need some help?" A familiar voice said. I looked up and saw Paint looking at me. I nodded and he pulled me up. "Janitor boy does it again." The girl mumbled. " what was that?" Paint inquired. She looked at him, "Are you talking to me." She asked. "Yes, unless your not the brat I'm looking at right now." Paint replied. A few oohs rose up. "What!?" She said. Clearly she had never been talk this way before. Before she said anything one of the lunch ladies shooed us away wanting no fight. She looked at Paint, revenge written all over her face. Lunch ended, I saw Paint walking away. I ran up to him. "You didn't have to do that." I said. "Well, can't change anything, so it happened." He replied.
It had been almost a month since that happened. I had quite fit in the school. Sun, Tom,Tim, and I were good friends.
I was in history class, Paint was in the back replacing a light fixture. Our history teacher, Mrs. Williams , was talking about the Crusades, and how each knight had a seal on their shields. Some were dragons, others patterns of squares.
"Class we will be talking about the myths that were created in the time period." He said. "These include Griffins, unicorns, and dragons." She said. "Can you tell us more about dragons?" A classmate asked. "A dragon was a scaly, winged, fire breathing beast in medieval times Folklore." She answered. A loud snort came from the back of the room. The class looked back at Paint. "You have something to say, Paint?" Mrs. Williams asked. "Yes I do, how do you know that dragons are myth?" He said. "Well there is no evidence to prove that they are real." She said back. " besides who would want dragons to by real, all the do is burn down villages, slaughter armies, without mercy." A boy said in the back. Most if the students nodded in agreement. "NOW THAT IS NOT TRUE!!" Paint snapped. The class jumped back. "Paint, I must ask you to leave." The teacher said. He grabbed his coat and went out, slamming the door. I had never seen him angry. I was confused, why was he so angry about dragons?
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