It seemed like just another ordinary day. Show up, learn, go home. But I guess it was fate that brought me here. Or maybe it was... Legend.

It began like most stories do. With the annoying ringing of an alarm clock. Then the usual get-up-and-go, y'know, showering, tooth brushing, and school uniform donning. I hated wearing that stiff thing. Definitely made me nostalgic for wearing jeans, Nikes, and my favorite Master of Puppets t-shirt back home. Due to protocol, I had to keep my long, dark brown hair tied up during school hours, but the beatnik made sure there was no gender confusion.

Everything was going pretty smooth up until the bus ride. Some snapper-head thought it would be funny to cut the tie holding my hair in place. He seemed less giddy about it when I threw his Language Arts textbook out the window.