A Teen and his Neko Arran looked up to a sky of glistening blue, with only a few single clouds in the sky to disturb the perfect omnipotence the sun portrayed, as he walked the fields which surrounded the farmhouse he lived in. It was Monday, meaning school. The place of labourers, school-goers and most of all, teachers. He was in a grand mood, knowing, with some optimism behind his thoughts, that today would be a day for the better. He was only a mile and a half from the school, give or take, which meant an early arrival and departure from the compendium of knowledge of learning. As he rounded the school steps, he felt a tingle in his spine and the hairs on the back of his neck stick up. Something of higher proportions of normality was going to happen. Something which would blow his mind and rid him of his sense of average living and normality. But he did not know that yet. He was not meant to know that yet. He entered the sanctuary of co-established friendliness, or so the flyer said whenever he was choosing High Schools to go to. At first sight it was a place where staff and pupil and pupil and staff got along, but as he rounded the corner, the resident bully, Jason Gorman, and his merry band of ne'er do wells stood their place at his locker, beating a poor defenceless child to a pulp. And then Arran's Stupidity and Valiance gauge filled. Before his sanity could get a tight grip on him, his mouth formed as many words he could fill with gusto. "Gorman, you twit. Get your hands off the kid and go pick on someone with the ape-brained intelligence you possess." Arran exclaimed as the so called ape-brained slowly turned his attention towards Arran. "What did you say, Arran? You want me to beat you from here to kingdom come?" Jason said as his fist span towards Arran's face, bruising it heavily, then, with a kick to the chest, he finished Arran off. "Fool." Jason said, running off, not wanting to deal with an unconscious Arran.