Patrick Harren sped into the parking lot of Saitou Academy. Having no parents to converse with before school, his arrival was a somber one. He took a final, quick drag of his joint and put it out in the ashtray. Harren sighed, closed his eyes, and laid his head back against the headrest. Harren almost drifted off in a drug induced relaxation. 

Pat grumbled about having to get out his car and actually doing work today. "Bye... No one, don't love you too," he mumbled. His father was on a business trip and his mother was already at work. He finally thrust himself out the car and slammed the door, locking it as he walked away. Patrick looked up at the school, and raised his eyebrows a little. This was a sign that he was impressed with the size. 

Patty didn't like so many people squishing against him. He popped a piece of gum into his mouth, he didn't want his breath to smell like weed. Harren shifted his guitar case-slash backpack and pulled out his iPod and headphones. He put them on and blasted music his so loud that people probably ten feet away could hear it.

Patrick stopped at the notice board, and followed the arrows to the auditorium. He looked around and found section A, then sat down. His headphones were still playing music, and he wasn't paying any attention to the old man on the stage. Pat closed his eyes, folded his arms behind his head, and sighed.