[h1][center][color=DarkSlateGray].:Kyle Anderson:.[/color][/center][/h1]

The silence seemed to last for an eternity to Kyle, but it was an eternity he was grateful for. It gave him time to come back to his senses, to put the past back in the past. He never noticed the air growing heavier around him, and by the time he was aware enough to be able to it had already dissipated. He was still jumpy; adrenalin will do that to anyone. Taking a few deep breaths he turned to notice the teachers behind him, he was vaguely aware of them when he had freaked out but now he was able to recognize the one on the table. 

[color=DarkSlateGray][i]‘You are an idiot’[/i][/color] he admonished himself, resisting the temptation to face palm. He should have figured it out after the tendril tripped him, who else is there that can do such a thing in this school, he even heard her name before. With an exasperated sigh he stood up, his arm returning to normal in the blink of an eye. Shaking his head he goes and sits at his chosen seat, doing his up-most best to ignore everyone else in the room. 

To him the first day is already a disaster, but he’s not going to make it any worse if he can help it. So he picks up his sketch pad and flips to a clean page and starts doodling, to keep his mind off the past few minutes, and maybe once he is done shaking he will try and talk to his classmates.