Reaching the parking lot in front of the school, Asura thought for the thousandth time how being able to use his powers freely would make  his life much easier. But, of course, that would likely never be an option. So he quietly made his way through the crowd of profoundly annoying teenagers, trying to pretend that they didn't exist, slowly making his way into the office, where an older woman sat at the desk.<br/><br/>"Um, excuse me." He said to her quietly. "I'm Asura. Asura Nirgal. I'm supposed to check in here?"<br/><br/>"Oh, yes." They graying woman replied, straightening her glasses. "You're transferring in today, aren't you? Give me just a second to get your schedule printed out for you."<br/><br/>Asura waited rather impatiently, while the woman navigated the screens on the computer, breathing a sigh of relief when he heard the printer next to her hum.<br/><br/>"You know, I worked here when your parents were students here too." She said happily as she handed him his schedule, and what looked like a map of the school. "How are they doing these days?"<br/><br/>"Uh... they're good." He said, mentally scrambling to remember his parents' cover story. "My dad is a district manager for a bank, and mom runs a psychiatry practice from home."<br/><br/>"Well it's always nice to hear about Gideon High alumni doing well for themselves. You tell them Mrs. Donovan said hello, okay? Now... would you like me to have someone show you around the school?"<br/><br/>"No... no thank you. I should be able to manage. You have a nice day, okay?" He replied, sneaking away as quickly as he could.<br/><br/>Trying to read the map he had been given so that he could make it to his first class, he wasn't paying as much attention as he should have been, and a couple of minutes after he left the office, he bumped into someone.Unfortunately, it was a very large someone.