I’m gonna get some facts straight so you don’t die saying what the. . .

-I am a big person about not cussing in front of little children, therefore all the curse words will be replaced with the word Cheese or any other form of it
-The main character is Tristan
-I thought up the story as I went
-My friend is paying me $3 for each part I write so if it sucks too bad for you
-The pictures are what the uniforms look like–I DID NOT DRAW THEM
-My inspiration was lying awake in 4 in the moring in cold sweat thinking up stories. Enjoy! or not…
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I was walking along the cracked pavement under the sunny sky shining upon Henesys. It was the first day of the New Year at school, and yet I felt like I forgot something. When I rounded the flowery corner I stopped dead in my tracks.
“CHEESE!” I screamed as I raced back to my house.
“How the cheese did I forget to bring my cheesy backpack!” When I rounded the corner I saw a shadow rounding it but I was too fast and knew if I didn’t stop I would’ve ran straight into the figure. I leapt at the floor and rolled onto the street. The recoil was nothing to a warrior like me. She started to say something but I took off. I only caught a glimpse of her, her long black hair twirling in the wind, the attractive school-girl unifo-
“CHEESE!” I screamed, “I FORGOT TO BUY A UNIFORM!” Took me 8 min to run back to my house and grab my backpack. I checked my broken watch; 2 in the morning, I sighed as I looked at the missing minute hand and stared at the second hand moving backwards. I ran to the humid marketplace scanning for any school uniform. The sandy floor and the wooden carts made it feel like a desert out here, let alone the 10 minutes of pure running. After another 5 minutes of running I finally found a school uniform 5 sizes to big but I took it anyways. I changed quickly right there in public and ran toward back the school. (I’m the type of person who doesn’t give a cheese what other people think about me) I finally made it to the campus hall and gave a sigh of relief, 3 minutes until the warning bell.

“Oy` Tristan!” yelled a familiar voice. It was Jason, one of my best friends. (My name is Tristan by the way) As usual no matter what situation Jason’s attire was always cheesier then mine. He was a very strong blunt warrior but he couldn’t shoot a fish in a barrel even if the fish was dead. All brawn but no brain.
“Geez Tristan can’t believe I’m saying this but that shirt makes you look fat,” said Aaron. He was another one of my friends. He wore his usual glasses and always had his dark tanned skin. He may look intellectual but Jason was just as smart as him, which was a HUGE insult. Aaron was a thief that didn’t know any better; he was always wasting potions or going too far in spar matches.
“What’s your homeroom?” asked Mike. His real name was Shin-Ya but who the cheese would call him that, not even his parents call him that, also one of my best friends. He too wore glasses and had a sense of “Asian pried” within him. He was a strong bowman, more strong the accurate.
“Homeroom?” I gaped,”CHEESE!!” I ran off screaming toward the main office which had a list of what classes and periods were assigned to students. As I arrived to the main office the warning bell rang, 5 more minutes until class starts. I found out I was in room 13, my lucky day. I noticed the girl from before was headed off to the classrooms. I walked slowly admiring the large red glossed school. As I turned around the corner I was thrown back against the lockers, hard. When I looked up I saw Luke, the school bully and his gang, pinning me to the wall. The next thing I saw was a large fist headed straight for my head.