"Wake up my little angel..." The recording of his mothers voice rang out into that dark and otherwise quiet room. This had been his morning every morning for the past five years, a curse he had created for himself. Despite how much it hurt to hear her voice so rich and filled with joy and love for a son who needed very much to get out of bed.

Gabriel rubbed his eyes softly, mornings were always hardest for him, he lived alone and waking up wasn't something any dragon was fond of, but nevertheless he was awakened by his mothers sweet voice coming through the speaker on his digital alarm clock. 

Once his feet hit the floor however he was in a much faster pace, he shot around the loft apartment above the pawn shop, it made life easy to live right above the store. He rushed into the bathroom and brushed his teeth while showering, once finished he dried off and took human form. He gave himself a strong look in the mirror, "I will find them...I swear mom..." 

Gabriel tore away from the mirror and threw on his denim jeans with his Metallica T-shirt and black leather jacket and rider sunglasses, he slicked his hair back and grabbed his keys off the counter before tearing down the stairs through the store and out the door locking the door behind him.

With the weather looking okay Gabriel opted to ride his Panhead to school today, he walked over and hopped on the bike allowing himself a moment to look at his house...his store...the life he had created for himself from nothing and a faint smile crossed his lips before he started up the engine and took of towards school.

Once he arrived he parked the bike and started into the school, he be lined it for breakfast, sure people knew of him but no one really knew him, Gabriel was a lonely soul...it was rare that people noticed him, he was good at avoiding problems...except for when he was around Triton...no normal Dragon would like Gabriel that's just the way it was.

He grabbed a tray full of food and a bunch of strawberry milks and made his way to an empty table near all the mother tables, it was his weird way of reaching out to people, if they made conversation from their tables he would laugh and talk as if he were chipper and happy...as if he were okay. But still he was better off by himself...people had a habit of dying around him.