Khalis watched as person after person departed the ship. He was leaning on a nearby tree, gazing from a distance. Waiting for something fun to happen, but alas nothing occured. This was boring "Too boring..." He said to himself, eyes narrowing. It was time for him to get down to work. But first, he had to find the right victim, and not only that but decide the perfect set up. Such was Khalis's way of doing things, and he wouldn't want it any other way. Cracking his knuckles back, he thought he had found the target, a little girl with blue hair in ponytails on either side of her head. So young. So tiny. So innocent. Perfect timing to introduce her to the cruel world that was reality! Taking one triumphant step, he began to wonder how her would go about and ruin her day-
He stopped. Then slowly turned the joyful walk into a calm and quiet pace, the smile vanishing, widened eyes narrowing into a dark glare. He then took on a thinking position, one arm upholding his other by the elbow, the other holding its hand over his mouth. No, this is bad. I don't want to get expelled on the first day. He began walking with the rest of the students. The little girl somewhere behind him, unfortunately for his mischievous habits. All of these people are complete strangers to me, and I to them. If I already start dishing out some of the jerk moves I have bouncing around my mind, I'll be permanently labelled as a problem, bully, and possibly looked down upon by even the staff.
He let out a heavy sigh, now slightly depressed. "This kinda sucks..." He passively blurted, walking slower than the rest. And of course, making friends on the first day was kind of a problem too, considering they may be split up from day one. That, and the best way to actually make friends is by almost complete accident. Although it didn't look too bleak. They were being forced into groups anyway. Although that was also bad news for him, considering he couldn't get along with much of anybody, even at his old school. "DAMMIT THIS SUCKS!!" He shouted causing all eyes to turn on him, but he didn't care. Why was it only him that had to actually think about every single possibility in the future?? Why was he the one cursed with premonition of pretty much everything?? Why did everything have to be so predictable?? He was cursed, all right. Cursed with boredom.