Fulko put down the book and sighed. He got off his books and pushed his box out side on the top of the steps. He didnt belong here. Atleast thats what he thought. He looked out as a few leaves blew by in the wind. He shivered as a chill ran through his body. He sat on his books again afreid like a scard 13 year old.
camille: because i dont know this place and i only now you so far** looking at the door nubers** hir it is
she walked to the door and opened it only like 3 kid where there she sat in the back and ploped her stuff doun looking thouw paper she started to draw the class room she al ways draws her surrondings
He slid off the box and draged it down the stairs untill the box tiped into two. The books spilled all over the ground and some into the street were their was a puddle that was soaked up instantly by the paper contents of the book. He looked down at the books and felt depresed. He was all alone in the world. His parents were dead and his other relatives were in prisons. Whial lucky, a few others hung in gallows and left to rot for ages. Birds pecked at their bodys. He slowly bent over and picked up a soggy book. He opened the cover and the first few pages and frowned. He closed his eyes and waved his hand over the book. When he looked back it was compleatly dry as if new. He smirked and then collected the other books that lay scattered on the ground.