Luke simply eyed the random entrance of Bill the Janitor. He nearly died of laughter at the fact that the janitor had raised his mop like a sword. It was quite humourous to him and it allowed the class to quicken to do all the interruption. 

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Beck seated patiently, ready to begin with pencil in hand. Soon enough the class was about to start as Dr. Adam Frankenstein would soon rise upon his wooden chained throne-like chair and close the door of the classroom. He stepped forward with a slow gait to the front of his desk and introduced himself, "It is a pleasure to meet each and everyone of you. Today is the start of a new semester, a new grand scheme in the shortcomings of life. I shall be your mathematics professor for this semester, Dr. Frankenstein." He paused to take a look around the class before continuing, "I can see many new faces and some old ones as well." He said staring at Beckham Conway in the desk directly in front of him. "But without further ado, let us begin." He clears his throat and opens his teacher's text book and says, "Open to page 101, we shall be learning about algebra right off the bat."

However just before we can begin to teach the class a loud knock on the door was heard. Adam placed a bookmark into the text book and approached the door, opening it and seeing a student waiting. Adam eyed the teen and said, "You're late, Mr. Kozlov..."

"Da, I apologize Dr., but I have good excuse, yes. You see, I had just finished makin' out with a beautiful chick." Replied the student.

"Is that so, Alexander?" Sarcastically said the teacher.

"Of course. Math is so boring, so I thought I would simply miss a bit of it. It is no harm done."

"Boring? Perhaps we can turn mathematics into a fun course, just for you." 

"Really? This is excellent news."

"No... Now get into class before I throw you in. Pick a seat at the front of class and open to page 101. Now!" Roared Adam in fury. It is students like Alexander Kozlov that makes him regret becoming a teacher...

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[Addressed to the "Necromancer." ^]

Outside of the school an old school mustang at just rolled by the front gate. It was a beautiful muscle car, truly a gorgeous machine if any. The door opened and out came a shirtless, beat up looking kid. He leaned over and grabbed his grey tank and slipped it on, and then grabbed his long coat and swung his arms into it. He then grabbed his back and shut the door and began to walk into the school yard. He walked with an attitude, a certain swagger. He was extremely late, but he didn't care as he lit a cigarette. He got close to the school's entrance. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going and ended up bumping into someone who seemed to have been talking to himself. In an agile twist, the mysterious teen began to walk backwards, now eying the man he bumped into. He gave him a nasty look and said, "Hey, pal... watch where you're fucking walking."