5:00 am... It's really 5:00am I could feel my entire body shiver at the thought that, in just 3 hours, I'd have to show my face at the damn high school. Me, Devin D'atdwg, would be walking into classes specifically made for only the most elite high school students in the country.

"It is me, mexican dog," The strange new dog spoke. It's like the words spoke for themselves, only in a way David had never heard before.