Scartalon's POV

Alright, listen up, reader. My life has definitely not been the easiest. So come here, would you, and help me write about the past...

"Alright, class!" Our fire-breath trainer, Checker, squeaked to the class. I usually loved school, but this class was just straight up boring. You must be thinking, 'Well, Scartalon, Checker isn't even a SkyWing name anyway!'  Oh, trust me, I know. So do my friends. And let's just say... Checker never found out who did it. "SCARTALON. Zoning out, there?" Checker sneered in my face. I groaned and said, "No, sir." I sat up and went along to my next class.

Oh no. I don't hate this class, but I'm 100% sure it hates me. Sorry I can't make any funny jokes. I'm no Dorato. I stumbled into the classroom and the teacher, Grape, was droning on about our writing assignment. Grape walked around my desk in circled just to make sure that I, in particular, was listening. "...you will have to write about the past so that we can get to know you more." Grape finished and tapped on my table because I was zoning out. AGAIN. I was usually the nerd of the bunch, so it was weird because I never zone out. I decided to go to the library after class to comfort myself. "SCARTALON! DETENTION!" Grape hollered. I sat there shocked. Me? Detention? I told you this class hates me. I've never gotten detention before! (Well, maybe once but the guy asked for it, okay?!) I stumbled into the detention room, and found this wouldn't be so bad after all. There, at another desk, was Alba.

There will be more later...

my fav line: I don't hate this class, but I'm 100% sure it hates me.