This school was horrible. The people, the walls, the very scent of it mocked every one in it. But the worst thing you could be in was the study hall. The study hall was not even for regular students, it was for kids with special needs. Charles was especially new to it. He was in there for trying to get one of the male teacher's attention in a inappropriate way. He was the class's faunlet, the male lolita. It was his first day there, and the first thing that caught his eyes were a girl.