New Here

Matthew Summers walkedto the lawn of the school. It was his first real day here since he had moved, and he was already discombobulated. He had no idea where any of his classes are, let alone where his sister was. And, more importantly, He had not met enyone since his arrival. He was an at all time low.

Walking down the concrete pathway, he noticed couples and other people just relaxing on the grass or playing games. He suddenly felt very alone, and he hated the feeling. He spotted a lone girl walking down the path and decided to test his luck. he silked up to her and stopped abruptly, only a few feet away.

"Lovely day, is it not?" he asked, in his normal deep voice. He was quite interested to see how the female would react to this, so he stood there, waiting.

"My name is Matthew Summers. I am new here. . " he said, genunly pleased with himself. At least people would still talk to him. He watched the girl for another few moments, then notcied the shapes of two swords on each sides of her hips. He took a small peice of modeling clay he had in his pocket. He shaped a small butterfly, then gently cupped it in his fingers. He stood there for a second, hands together, then let the butterfly go. It had turned white when it came to life.

"And who, might I ask, are you? " he continued, Idiotic smile on his face.

He looked at her and laughed. He was also unsure of what to think of this large, very different school. He had never been to a school this far away from his home and had absolutely no idea what he was going to do with his sister here.

"The school seems very strange to me aswell. I am unsure about what to think about it." he said, commenting on her thoughts on the school. He looked around for a moment. People walked around, and at one point he thought he saw his sister. He did a quick double take, but looked on.

"Selia. What a nice name. " He said, admiring her name in his head. He had never met anyone named Selia before. He searched the lawn for his sister but of course, she was not there. He sighed, shook his head, and looked back at the girl Selia. He grabbed another peice of clay from his backpack and thought for a moment of what to make out of it. He suddenly got an idea and started to shape the clay into a small dog. It was about five inches tall and half an inch wide. It took to life and it became a small golden retreiver. He used extra power to make it so it would never disappear until him and only him destroyed it. He set it down on the ground, and looked back up.