"That guy is strange," Mikhail said with a stern face. The guy had someone sit him down and then the same person left to go get food. Mikhail watched as some teen with a british accent sat down. 

"I don't think I saw you on the bus earlier. I've been trying to get some answers on what is going on here. Do you think you can help." The short blond girl asked.

"I came here from Arizona, on the Harley outside," Mikhail said "And as to whats going on here I dont know, I came here on my own. Heard it was a good place to an education, I dont really know why you guys are here." 

 He noticed a girl that resembled those he used to hang around at the bar. She looked like she had been around the wrong side of the tracks and he smiled knowing he wasn't the only kid here people would refer to as a hood. She asked if she could sit down. 

"Absolutely," Mikhail said, "I'm Mikhail." 

He watched as she sat down, he definitely liked this girl. He kept checking her out from the corner of his eye ever so often as the conversation continued with the other students. He ate some eggs and looked up to see the kids that had surrounded his bike from earlier, he clenched his fork and bent its head downwards with his thumb. The boys watched him and snickered then spoke to each other and laughed out loud, he watched them pass and wondered what they found so funny. He set his fork down and saw the kid who shouted out being guided over to the table by some other teen, the guiding teen put his hand out and waited for Mikhail to shake it. Mikhail gave him a funny look, something about this guy came off as strange to Mikhail and he decided to not shake the teens hand.