The Journey Of Phenomenons: Humanity's Potential

"I-I'm looking for the Guardian Angel!"

"Damn, you'd think I'd be used to the bell schedule now."

A figure would be seen running on the side walk towards a gate that barricaded Solcuid High. The gate, just an old gray chipped painted iron gate that was meant to keep cars out, was beginning to close as it was close to the bell to ring for first period to begin.

The figure that was running towards said gate was a teenager/young adult who would be 17 years of age. That was Michael Mikaelson, a senior in highschool. He wore a casual button up white shirt with the top two buttons undone and a thin blazer atop of it with black jeans and high top converse. A black backpack would be strapped to his back which contained his school supplies. His chained necklace with a cross trinket on it flew with him as he ran.

As Michael made his way towards the fence, he took one leap, planting his foot towards the concrete sidewalk and bent his knees. With that momentum, he hopped over the fence with his body parallel to the ground and used his left hand to hit off the fence.

Twisting his body, he would be able to land with both his feet on the ground and him facing at the gate.

"Looks like you couldn't keep me out again gate, better luck next time."

He would turn around and bump into someone who had their books in their hands. As the items fell, Michael caught the books and binder that would've went "SPLAT" on the ground if he hadn't been there, putting them right back into the person's hands- soft hands as if nothing happened.

Without looking at the person, Michael would apologize quickly because he was in a hurry.

"I'm so sorry about that. My bad."

As he would begin to run to first period, he would notice something as he ran. Silver, almost white long hair in front of him. It was very beautiful.

"I-it's okay."

A girl's voice. As Michael jogged a bit, he'd turn his head to find a slender looking girl with a mini skirt and blue blouse which was short sleeved. She also had on black leggings and low-top converse. She didn't turn around, looking down at what looked to be a sheet of paper on it. What Michael would most recognize though was her sleek silver hair and her porcelain skin, almost like a princess.

"Nah you're fine, I'll be careful next time. See ya."

He'd call out to the girl as he ran into the building. Michael's class was on the second floor.

The building was in an "L" shape with the vertical part of the "L" being the front of the school and the horizontal part of the "L" being the right side if one was looking at the school from the front. In that space of the "L" was a gathering place for students, a patio of sorts, and continuing on was a parking lot for students who drove.

Inside of the school was made of brick walls and tiled floors. The stairway was just glossy jet black stairs with a metal bar in the middle to divide the traffic of the stairway.

Well, Michael being so late would take the steps two at a time and when nobody was looking, vaulted off the metal bar and landed on the second floor with a "THUD".

"Hopefully that didn't bother anyone..."

The stairway would lead to a hallway where at the end of each hall way would lead to areas where groups of classrooms would be gathered. These classrooms would just be labeled A100s-A200s and B100s-B200s going all the way to E100s-E200s.

Michael's class would be C210, Mr. Swan's room. He would walk quickly now, knowing he had a couple of minutes to spare. Mr. Swan was a pretty cool teacher, his most noticeable feature having a bald head but he liked it that way.