<strong>LATE!</strong><br/><br/>Late! Late! Late! Late! Late! Late! Late!<br/><br/>How many times can someone be late to school on their first day?  Mike shot out of bed and flew down the stairs, lightly landing on the lower terrace with the grace only angels possess.  He grabbed a loaf of bread from the counter, cheese from the fridge, and was out the door in less than 5 minutes.  Luckily he had spent all night grooming his feathers for the following day, or he would have been much later than he already was.<br/><br/>He arrived at school half an hour late and ran through the hallway, slowing to a walk once he saw a group of people.  He was used to looking out of place, but hopefully the weird looks wouldn't start until around 3rd period this time.  He could tell by their scent, as well as the aura they were giving off, that none of them were human.  They didn't seem hostile, but he knew things could change quite rapidly, but they didn't seem overly friendly.  He waved to the group of them and uttered a weak, "<strong>Hey there...</strong>"<br/><br/>