Dalmatian Boy(editing)

“Excuse me.” A male voice mumbled behind me. “Yes?” I didn’t even bother to stop what I was doing, knowing it was just some prank that my class mates were pulling like every other day. “Um…are you Morte?” he asked. “Yes. What would you like?” I asked politely.” Um, someone told me to ask you to show me around…” the boy trailed off. “Are you new?” I asked. “Uh, yeah.” The boy said in a hesitant voice. “Hmm. Don’t talk to me.” I say flatly. “Excuse me?” he asked. “Don’t talk to me.” I repeat. “If you do, you’ll die in this school.”