The bells resounded throughout the hall before falling silent once more.  "Damn, guess I am going to be late," Kyle thought, a dry chuckle erupting from his throat. Ah well, he knew damn well he could get away with it this one time, he was, by all legal definition, blind.  His right hand ran along the wall, and his cane skittered across the floor, tapping the wall every so often.  Often times the walls were bare, but he'd come to a row of lockers or a room door, his hand brushing against the room number and the tiny indentations in braille.  He'd already memorized which side had even numbers and which side had odds, so all he had to do was find the right floor, the right side, then he'd be golden.  It wasn't too long after the second bell that he found which room he was assigned for homeroom.  The door was closed and he tapped on the window pane in the door, requesting that he might enter, a voice replied from the other side, signalling him to enter.

"Can I help you, young man?"  The voice was male, older, sophisticated, something Kyle could work with.

"My name is Kyle Parker, sir, I'm assigned to this homeroom."

The sound of papers shuffling preceded the response, "Ah yes, Mr. Parker, thank you for finally joining us, I trust your tardiness won't happen often?"

"Of course not sir, just need to memorize the building first," he smiled.

"Very well then, as for introductions my name is Dr. Barthandulus, I am the head of the science department as well as your homeroom teacher.  You can remain standing Parker, we'll find you a seat afterwards."

[i]"Afterwards?"[/i] Kyle thought.

Papers shuffled once more before the teacher spoke, "alright class, everyone is to head to the gym immediately for special class assignments, let's go."

The sound of chairs sliding out from under desks resonated throughout the classroom as the dozen or so students, Kyle included, all made their way to the gym.  The Doctor asked Kyle if he needed any assistance, but was met with a smile and a head shake no, stating that he was perfectly fine.  This was good though, something his father would have expected of him, he smiled somewhat devilishly, but quickly masked his expression as they approached the gym.  When inside he stood towards the back of the group and waited patiently for their 'special class assignments', whatever that entailed.