[b]Ved[/b]

He walked into the classroom, following a few minutes behind the blind chick and her service dog. His headphones were in and blaring, something by Ice Cube that he couldn't name off the top of his head. He fumbled with the flashlight in his baggy jeans, then lifted up his hood over his head, slipping towards the back of the room, not really wanting to fuck around with a confrontation for being late. At the back of the room he did a quick glance over the other freaks in there with him. A month ago, if you told him he'd be going to a school of mutated kids, or a school at all, he would have laughed, called you a stupid sack of shit, then kept walking.