Glycerin stood outside an old school building . He looks up at the old building, engraved into the front was St. Agatha's Reform School. He couldn't understand why he was sent here. So what if he had committed a murder and arson, it was fun and he had nothing else better to do. It seemed to him that the adults were simply saying that he didn't know how to play nice with others. He sighs and then goes into the school. He opens one of the cold metal doors and walks in. Every thing looked like a normal school, except there were bars and parts of a chain-link fence on the all the windows. And there were tons of security cameras everywhere. Watching them at all times, except when they used to bathroom. He rolled his eyes. I should have killed my parole officer and took off. He thinks. He looks around, seeing some of the teachers. They were dressed really nice and looked liked of snooty. I hope these teachers aren't stuck up or they and I will have a problem He thinks. They were told to meet in the cafeteria which was huge. All the students could fit in it and then some. He goes in and sits down at random table. A boy comes up to the table and decides to sit down. “The name is Shane.” He says. The Glycerin looks at him, and his expression was just a chaotic grin He nods. “The name is Glycerin” he says. Shane looks at Glycerin curiously, “Why Glycerin?” he asks. Glycerin shrugs, “I didn't have any parents to name me, and that was the first thing that popped into my head.” He says with a crazy smirk. Glycerin noticed that the other boy gave him a weird look and also noticed that he was studying him very closely. Probably noticing that he was wearing gothic clothing and a gas mask. More people began to come into the cafeteria. He noticed that it was a mixture of both boys and girls. They were all sitting down and waiting for someone to speak. A few large boys come up to the other boy and Glycerin. Glycerin looks at the boys who had came up to him and Shane. Glycerin had heard his parole officer- when he was listening- that he said that he would sent here because he was considered very unstable and needed to be "molded" for society. He just studies them. Oh, goody! I might be able to have some fun and liven this place up! He thinks with a smirk. The boys all look at Glycerin “What are you smirkin' about?”one asks. Of course he continues to smirk, it was a crazy psychotic up to no good smirk. “I'm wondering how much fun we can have” Glycerin says with a goofy smirk on his face. The big boys just look at him like he was nuts “What the hell does that crap mean?” One asks. Glycerin smirks again. “Well you came over here didn't you? You wanted to see if I wanted to have some fun.” He says. The big boys laugh. “This guy, has to be kidding right? He is out of his mind, he's a nut case.” Another says. Glycerin stands up and punches one in the face. Then he leans over him with a demonic look to his face “Oh I never kid around, that is one of my least favorite things to do.” He says. He then raises his hand and an object that looked like a bomb appeared. "Oh goody look a toy, that we can play with. Shall we play a game?" He asks with an evil psychotic laugh. The boys look at him and then at each other. “W-who are you?”one asks. “Glycerin,” he says. The other boys then look at each other again. "Let's get out of here! He's nuts!" One shouts and they all back up and run. A teacher had seen what was going on and called for security to break them up. Once broken up, Glycerin sits down and continues to smirk. THe other boy was watching the scene before him. He just shakes his head head. Then he looks over at Glycerin “I think you made them piss themselves.”He says. Glycerin continues to smirk. “Oh, I did...oops.” He says. Shane just looks at him and just simply nods. Soon a tall man comes up to a podium. He clears his throat. “Good morning, you are all here, because you have either done some really bad crimes or just don't know how to get along in society, so you were sent here to learn how to.”He says. “Now if you go over to the table next to my right, you will get your schedule, dorm room number, locker number and locker combination.” He says. “Please remember that violence is not tolerated, and you will be either sent to The Detention Hall immediately or sent to my office, the principal.” He says. The others began to talk among themselves. Glycerin rolls his eyes, Lovely, I'm at some crackpot school trying to make me play nice He thinks as he rolls his eyes again. I'll play nice for now Glycerin thinks as he gets in line.