Vandal walked over to Vi and gently patted her on the shoulder as she thought aloud, unsure of what to add. After a moment of silence, he looked down at the ground, still noticing a few sparkles of broken glass, and frowned. “I thought I was done cleaning that…” he commented, crouching down to take a closer look. He then got up and, as he walked back to get the cleaning supplies, smiled at Vi and calmly noted, “boss guy said that we would have ‘home room’ together, so I’ll be there for you all year, no sweat!”

As he picked up the dustpan once again, he frowned briefly, unsure of what this “home room” was, but it sounded right to him, so he shrugged off his frown and walked back to Vi. “If what he said is right, school is like a huge, really long performance,” he paused for a moment, thinking to himself as he bent down to pick up the last few pieces of glass. When he continued, he chuckled slightly. “It is sorta like our circuis! Our performances are on paper instead of in the ring, namely the tests, and the audience is the teachers! It’s different from what we know, but other people can do it, so we can too!” With this said, he carefully rose up, eyeing the floor once more to make sure that all of the glass was gone, and walked back to the dust bin to deposit the glass. “Finally done…” he mumbled, dropping the dust pan next to the broom hastily as he rose up.

With a conflicted smile, Vandal walked back over to Vi. He wanted to stop thinking about school. It was all about reading books and getting to places on time…right? No matter what he imagined the place to be like, he could only assume that it was not going to be as fun as reading novels all day. [i]Boss guy always leaves out the bad side of things[/i] he thought, stopping next to Vi.