Flint began to imagine what he would do at the school, he wondered if there where any special classes. There must be right? Well maybe not for a human like him. He hoped he would meet some super natural friends, he hadn't really met any before and even if he had they where all so different and unique.
Flint rummaged into his bag and removed a small book from within, 1984 by George Orwell . he began to read as he looked to his watch, he had enough time to read a chapter before he needed to do anything.