Leonardo sighed as a puff of fog lingered in the crispy air before disappearing. His agent name was Agent 013. He had just finished his mission and other Agents had begun to give him the call him the killer of Agent Dhreim and Agent Rivialle. This title alone gave him quite a few haters. He didn't understand all of this. What were these so called "friends"? Frowning, Leonardo walked faster to his destination; Frost Academy. It was where the Agency was hidden and younger agents were able to attend school with regular students in an Academy. Of course, the much younger students, unable to handle secrets were taught in a different building of the school.
He reached the school and headed for his first period class; English. Entering the class, he could see he was clearly late. The teacher, also an agent knew his reasons for being late and continued on with the lecture. The other students, clueless to why the teacher would ignore him whispered amongst each other about unfairness and favoritism. Leonardo, with his indifferent personality didn't care. His face remained neutral as he sat in the last remaining seat all the way in the back, next to a small girl. She seemed to be the nerdy type, taking notes on every single word the teacher said. Her black bangs, held loosely by red pins messily covered her dark eyes, as her mouth form tightened and dark eyebrows scrunched together in concentration. The only reason Leonardo remembered her face was because of all the reactions and facial expressions he was able to receive from her. Wanting to release some tension and stress, Leonardo swiftly kicked at the poor girl's chair causing her to fall and stealthily took her notes. Looking at her teary face, he felt a very, very tiny bit of guilt, and a huge sense of satisfaction. Putting on an impassive face, he told her, "I'm borrowing these notes."