Dragon's Rage (Rewrite)

Chapter 1: Sparks

Every time I go to a school, it feels like teachers get so much more monotone. Or at least this guy. All he does it write on the smartboard, not paying attention to the class. If he even knows that we aren't paying attention, he gives us packets. This was my first day here, just give me a break!

I glanced out the window. It was really beautiful outside; I had a perfect view of the forest and sun. This was probably the best view I've seen in a long time from a school window, despite being in the most boring classroom of the year.

"Ms. Spyro, is there something out there that you would like to share with us since it is so much important than this lesson?" Mr. Wagner interrupted my thought. He marched towards my desk and looked out the window. "What's out there that interests you so much?"

I don't know, old man.

"Nothing, sir. I was just a bit distracted, my apologies" I shook my head. He huffed softly then walked away. "I'm going to let you off on a warning for now, Ms. Spyro. But don't count on any more freebies" Then he began on his lesson again. I still didn't care for the lesson, but I should just pretend for the moment.

The students seem to actually care for the lesson. Their eyes were so focused on the board and scribbled into their notebooks. I'm just going to give a guess, either they are trying really hard to pull up their grades or just really intense about school. I've seen it all before.

It was a matter of time before class ended and I was out the door in a flash. I didn't bother getting the homework from that teacher, he bored me to death. Now from what I know, my next class was gym.

'Already.. I mean it's not bad.. but I'll be smelly by the end of it for the rest of the day' I sighed greatly and headed towards the next building. The gym was apparently a separate building from the school. Students were already on their way to their class. Some stood in the middle of the hallway and blocked others way, but didn't seem to care. Rude, if I must say. It wasn't my business, so I just bumped into them with my shoulder on purpose.

The moment I walked into the gym, the stench of sweat was inhaled. I cringed at the stench and quickly covered it. 'Is it seriously that bad in here?! Doesn't anyone shower?!'

"What's wrong with you?" A deep, but feminine voice said behind me. Looking behind me, a tall woman in a red track suit stood in front of me. She must be the coach. "Why do you look like you're going to throw up?"

"Oh.. um.. I'm just feeling a bit sick" I lied, but she didn't even care. "That can't be excused if you don't have a note from your parents"

"Uh, right" I slipped past her down to the locker room. I can already tell that there will be problems with her, but she isn't that imitating. Once I went down the bottom floor, there was a four way. Straight ahead was the entrance to the gym, left was the girl's locker room, right was the boy's locker room and behind me was the stairs. There was large metal shelf against the wall with a water cooler and a stack of towels.

It was quite obvious to where I was suppose to be, so I took a left. A few girls stared at me as they pass me.

"Is that a guy going to the girl's locker room?"

"Well there is a clear sign.."

"Guys normally don't have feminine looks.."

"Trans?" They whispered, but clearly heard. I sighed softly and didn't bother to speak to them, they would just be a waste of my time.

The moment I placed my hand on the door handle, the door swung opened, hitting me in the face. "Ark..!" I held my nose and looked away. I could hear footsteps running away from me, whoever it was must have been too scared or just embarrassed. Groaning softly, I looked back at the door and backed up as I opened it. Nobody was in my way so I just went along with my business.