In the abandoned sewer home of the scrappy boy. The scrappy thin boy scratched his head and yawned. It was morning. He rummaged through his stockpile and and took out a box of granola energy bars. He was in a good mood. Ever since he 'found' his new weapon Butcher, he had been the king here. Yesterday, he took this box of granola from a scheming old man trying to trick people into trading with him for Burger King. He took a bite of the granola and his eyes smiled. 'Things really do taste better when they are free service.' He munched and enjoyed the feeling of a full belly. The 'Butcher' nail shaped sword was lying under his pillow had an invisible vortex of red-black energy above it. A small spirit entity formed from the death of the scheming old man. He died yesterday. His final thoughts were of the scrappy kid exposing him as a scammer and stealing away his stash. His resentment formed the core and it pulled along everyone else's resentment of the homeless who lived under the archway. All the resentment from the abandonment of society. Having to live abandoned by families or loved ones. All of this, formed a small unintelligent spiritual entity this morning. I was as small as a single index finger. It looked like an egg and it had stick like arms and legs. It curiously approached the creepy object 'Butcher' happily, the top of it's egg-like head opened to reveal a long bottomless pit filled with rows of teeth. It softly chewed on the nail's end, breaking off one small piece at a time. ... Lucky spent the next 2 weeks running various errands before his transfer into Mrs. Beck's class of Sophomores. He spent the remainder his 300$ buying cheap but wearable clothing. He realized had a very off putting sense of style. He bought 10 sets of the same clothing. An orange tee shirt, which said "Resist" on it in red lettering, and cheap white pants. Tomorrow morning, he would join Mrs. Beck's special class. The orphan recovery program in room 309. He closed his eyes and went to sleep. ... In the sewer pipe, the scrappy boy was tossing and turning in his sleep. The small egg shaped spiritual entity now had a flapping cloak made of pale human skin and a beard with one eye above it. It finally finished chewing up the last bite of the 'Butcher' nail underneath the boy's blankets. 'Don't... lea..ve.. abandoned me ' the entity muttered in an eire tone. 'Huungr..y poor...' the entity continued to mutter. It stood next to the scrappy boy's head laying on the blankets. The entities's body had grown and now it was the size of two fists. 'Huunnngry' The entity opened its robe with human skin and a the top of the egg body opened like a lid on a jar. The center of the egg was like a cylinder of teeth lining the edges of a can of food. *CRUNCH *crunch *Crunch The sound of chewing could be heard echoing through the pipe. The same sound a dog makes when it bites hard and snaps a bone it was chewing in half. There were no screams. The night only echoed the crunching sounds. The crunching sounds ended after 5 mins. The small entity walked out of the pipe. It's single eye looked in the direction of the Montgomery High. ... Lucky sat down at a seat near the back of the classroom. A computer monitor was in front of each desk and there was writing on the blackboard talking about American history during the revolutionary war. There were a few potted plants in each corner of the room, giving the room an earthy herbal smell. *Click The door opened and a student entered. A tall guy with his hair half braided walked in. His hair was still messy and he gave off an "I'm still half asleep" vibe. He lazily walked to the back of the classroom, sat down, and thumped his head down onto the desk to sleep more. Lucky glanced at him before ignoring him. *Click The door opened again and two guys came in, both wearing matching sports jerseys of the Chicago Bears. The chatted passionately. The taller one looked over at Lucky at the back and frowned. He walked to the back and raised his chin at Lucky. "Hey motherfucker, who are you?" he asked. Lucky looked him over and nodded at him. "Hello" The guy glanced at Lucky's tally marks below his eye. "Your tattoo looks fucking disgusting." his eyes filled with disdain. Lucky raised his eyebrows. 'What's wrong with this guy?' Lucky didn't respond and just met the boy's line of sight silently. "Tsk" The boy turned away and started bothering the messy guy at the opposite side of the classroom. *Click The door opened again and 3 girls entered. Two of them have the numbers 23 and 77 tattooed on their foreheads. Their eyes looked dull. Their faces were stone cold. The girl at the front motioned for the two girls to take a seat on her left and right, just like how military gives their orders to soldiers. The girls took their seats silently and waited. The girl at the center glanced at Lucky, before turning her head to the commotion at the back with the messy guy and the two thugs in uniform. "Marian, you look like shit today." the girl fearlessly teased. The tall boy wearing the Chicago Bears jersey frowned and gritted his teeth. "Damn it, Tonya. You think I won't hit a girl if she has such a trash mouth?" he threatened and moved aggressively towards her. The two girl "guards" on each side of Tonya stood up and drew out handmade shivs slightly from their pants. Lucky watched all this with an expression of disbelief. 'Am I in the wrong place? Is this prison?' Lucky's mouth twitched. "23, 77, stand down." Tonya commanded. 23 and 77 lowered the shivs back inside their pants. "Marian, we all know you have the worst 'trash mouth' among us. Pot is calling the kettle black." Tonya smirked. "What the fuck are those names anyway? Fucking disgusting. Do you still act like numbered merchandise? Fuck." Marian grumbled and rubbed his forehead. *Click The door swung open and a tall middle aged woman with blond hair came in. "Hello students, most of you know me from last week, when we first me. However, we now have a new student joining us. Mr. Lucky, please introduce yourself." Everyones gaze focused on Lucky as he stood up. "Hello, my name is Lucky S.P." He then sat down immediately after. Mrs. Beck's eye twitched. "Lucky, when you introduce yourself you need to give more than just your name. This is a chance for you to make friends with the other students here in room 309. Introduce your interests and hobbies." Lucky nodded and stood back up. "Hello, My hobbies and interests... I can't remember anything I've liked before." He sat back down. There was an awkward silence in the class for the next few seconds. The messy kid at the back was trying to stifle his laughter. Tonya also had a slight amused smile on her face. Mrs. Beck sighed and thought. 'Another strange one.'