by Leeseetsa » Tue Dec 20, 2011 11:02 am
Malcom Looked at the school from the outside. CS middle school for the "gifted", eh? He wondered what kinds of gifts the other students had. More than likely sports or arts related, he thought to himself as he sightly gagged. That show they let him watch at the holding institute, Flee (Glee), often made him go to bed early. Surely this school wouldn't be much like that? If it was, he'd have to find a train to live on, or a bridge to live under. As the bell rang, surely for a class that he didn't know he had, he stalked silently inside to the administrative office. Eh. He had math next. He started wandering to class, wondering what kind of math they where going over.