He nodded, he didn't want to be diffucult and just wanted to get this thing done and over with. He hated being around other people, he didn't know what the reason was, he just did. He had always been like that. He jots what she said down in the notebook. To her he probably looked extremely tired or like a zombie, that's because he has insomnia, which he has always had, but the dreams that he had been having lately just made it entirely worse.<span style="font-style: italic">If she suggests that we work on the project at my place, oh boy...</span>he thinks. "So where should this take place? I was thinking maybe Rome or Venice," he says. He waited for her reply as he took a bite out of his sandwich. The only reason he didn't want to do the project at his house was because of what his grandparents did, sometime people weren't so understanding. He lets out a small sigh and opens one of the books, he could multitask, listen to her, read and jot things down at the same time. It was something he did often, just to make time pass faster. He looks up and sees people going to the windows, some of them gasping an murmering amoungst themselves. "What is the meaning of this, why are you going to the windows and doors?" A male teacher asks. "There are wolves out in the parking lot and on the school grounds," a student says. "Wolves? There arent' very many around here and they don't go near people, are you sure they're not dogs?" the teacher asks again. "No, they are wolves," another says. The teacher looks out the door and sees the wolves. The principal then comes up, "What's going on here?" she asks. "There are wolves outside," the teacher says. The principal looks out the door, "Call animal control," she says. Fang had gotten up and looked out one of the windows.<span style="font-style: italic">Great! They followed me to school</span>he thinks. He looks at the principal, "Mrs. Johnson, don't call animal control, those wolves  are harmless, they belong to my grandparents, who are scientists, my grandmother forgot to close the gate the enclosure," he says. The principal looks at him skeptically, "Only if you can prove it," She says. "I will, but I have to go outside," he says. "Do so," The principal barks. Fang nods and goes outside, the wolves see him and begin to act the way a dog does when its happy to see its master. He inspects them and noticed that the principal was standing outside as well. "Well?' She shouts. Fang then comes up with one of the wolves, "They all have this tag on their ear," he says pointing to the tag on the wolf's ear. The principal steps back a little. "W-what does that mean?" she asks. "It's the identification tag, and all my grandparents wolves have tags just like it," he says. The principal nods, "Well can you get rid of them please? They're distrupting the school," She says and goes inside. Fang lets out a sigh, and pulls out his cellphone, dails his grandparents number. After talking to them, he told the principal that he had to wait outside until his grandparents came to get the wolves. She agreed, once they came and got them, it was time for him to go to math, another class he had with her. He sighs and sits down, his classmates were whispering and pointing at him.