The school day was taking up half the clock but it didn't mind charles. He wasn't there in the classroom in the first place. Charles walked his way into the classroom, letting his legs drag across the cold floor. "Sorry, I'm late aren't I ?" He smugly said. His smile was very distinct. And so was his short honey brown hair that was softly and neatly combed to frame his face. His hazel eyes either rolled or winked at boys. Charles sat down, waiting for the teacher to cuss him out, but instead the teacher lazily set a worksheet on his carved Woden desk. "Write your name and date." 9/16/72 Charles Yager. Charles felt something eyeing him, not the teacher but one of the students. His hazel eyes slide to the view to see another kid his age. "What?"