The mini-crowd quickly dispersed as soon as they arrived, which was to say, quickly. As the rest of the student councilors began to disperse and begin about their regular morning duties, I quickly took the opportunity to get my tie in place, not wanting to accidentally get the tie caught on one of my spines and ripping.

I struggled to get my tie over my horned head as Fuad giggled behind me, encouraging me to growl slightly.

"Does this look funny to you?" I said in an annoyed tone.

Fuad merely clasped his hands over his mouth and looked away, giving me the inference that he meant 'yes'. I shook off the look that he gave me before further struggling with my tie, but to no avail. Now, you might be wondering how I'm struggling to get my tie on. Well, to explain, when you put on a tie, you form a loop on the tie so that you can tighten and adjust it, right? Well, in most cases here in the school, most people preferred to keep their ties tied (so to speak), so as to avoid the inconvenience of having to re-tie theirs. Instead, they could simply just undo the loop big enough so that it could slide over their heads, and then, when they needed it again, they'd simply just have to slip it over their head and tighten it again.

The regular student body only needed their ties on Tuesdays when there was Assembly, but in the case of a student councilor, their tie was needed to be on in the mornings before class, during recess while they were on duty, and of course, during assembly. This meant that on a regular day, the student councilors would have to take their ties on and off throughout the day, which made having to re-tie your tie 3 or so times a great inconvenience.

In this case, I also did the same, but however, now, as a dragon, my tie's maximum size seemed to get caught on my horns, and not matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get it to slip on without tearing the tie.

Fuad merely continued to watch me on with an expression of mirth on his face, and safe to say, I really wanted to slap him right now as I untied my tie, grumbling in annoyance for having to do so.

I quickly made short work of getting my tie on for the morning, and as I glanced at my watch, I realised it was already 7.15, just in time for morning assembly.

I grabbed my bag and paused at the door, my claw reaching out to the knob. I stopped there, claws poised right over the knob, wondering if I should open that door. How were people going to react? Was someone going to freak out? Surely there was a lot more people out there right now, considering that the gates were going to be closed in about 5 minutes.

I stood stupidly at the door, wondering what would happen when suddenly, the door was flung open, slamming into my muzzle.

I gave a roar of pain that probably would've been audible to the whole school, scaring the person on the other end of the door as he yelped, while Fuad fell to the floor in a fit of laughter.

I fell over backwards and landed painfully on my tail, cursing and swearing the whole way as I rubbed my sore muzzle, with my eyes tearing up at the pain of simply having a door smack into my face.

"What the fu-" was the only thing on the other end of the door that was heard before the person on the other side came into the room.

A young man who looked to be in his 30's, sporting an Adidas shirt and a staff pass hung by a white lanyard came into the room, staring at me with eyes that were probably wider then dinner plates.

He gave one look at me and his facial expression changed from shock to that kind of 'oh yeah, I remember...' look, which confused me.

"Mornin' Ryan" he said casually, "sorry for slamming that door into your... face. I didn't see you there."

Now it was my turn to stare at him ogle-eyed, wondering how he knew it was me. "Uh... Morning, Mr. Eddie..." I said, "how did you know it was me?"

"Well, it's pretty hard not to notice you while you were telling your story there... I happened to pop by to check for my missing ring file, and... yeah..."

I face-palmed again as Cheryl laughed this time, before I picked up her textbook that she had thrown at Fuad and I earlier and threw it at her.

Mr. Eddie simply glared at me for doing that, before shrugging and leaving the room.

Expected. While most teachers would probably hold me back for 'aggression towards other students', Mr. Eddie was probably the only teacher in school that wouldn't care unless it was more serious. Being the youngest teacher in the school and barely reaching into his 30s, the student council respected this man as he was the only one to actually understand how to grab our attentions and know how we worked. With a single glance he could understand whether us doing something to a particular person was either just good-natured fun or hostile.

He was that one, crazy teacher with all the fresh and relevant ideas, and most would honestly admit that it was a pleasure to work with him to push for school projects; such as the orientation camps for the freshmen of our school.

Mr. Eddie probably already knew me for the lazy, half-assed way of doing things that actually worked pretty well when it came to serious business, and I respected him for trusting me in whatever I was doing, instead of others who would've probably ask me things like 'Are you sure about that?" a few million times or so before getting satisfied in knowing that I was right.

It was probably my hap hazardous way of doing things that probably got me noticed by him in the first place, and it was the only thing at the moment, other than my experience in the student council, that was keeping me from being booted.

In fact, call it self-praise, but he honestly did mention to various administrative groups of events that I was a valuable asset in paperwork and games making, and with that I did earn various jobs in camps such as mentoring the more junior councilors.

I rubbed my muzzle once more and swore under my breath, wiping the tears out of my eyes before opening the door, my bag slung over my shoulder and tucked behind my wing.

Time seemed to freeze as everyone stopped and stared at me as I stood at the doorway, and I stared back at them briefly before stepping out of the student council room.

I simply ignored the looks that people gave me as I walked through the crowds of students on their way to the quadrangle as well for morning assembly, in which was made easier by the large berth that was given to me as I filed my way though.

My talons (you could probably call them that) clicked noisily on the dull-grey cement floor as I made my way through the throngs of either surprised or repulsed people, scanning the quadrangle from the side corridors around it as I tried to make sense of where my form class had chosen to sit today.

Undoubtedly my class's nerds, or 'more study effective', as my teachers put it, would be sitting in the front, but even today with my draconic eyesight I couldn't seem to make out anybody from my class.

So many eyes were on me at the moment, and after a good 2 minutes or so I found that I wasn't really looking for someone, but my mind was subconsciously just forcing me to make eye contact with anyone who looked at me.

I walked a few more rounds around the school's quadrangle before I finally spotted my class's form teacher, who was standing there in the front of my class, who were sitting in two neat rows, busily scribbling attendance matters onto a roster that was clipped to a dark green clipboard.

As casually is I could, with everybody's eyes on me, I wormed my way to the front of the class, all of whom were sitting in two neat rows. I eventually reached the front of the two rows, albeit clumsily as my tail kept smacking into people's faces (they were sitting on the floor).

I stood in front of my teacher, waiting for him to notice me. He stood there idly, much to my discontent, scribbling things on the clipboard.

I cleared my throat noisily, wagging my tail slowly as a gesture of my impatience.

My form teacher looked up and yelped in surprise, almost falling over backwards, encouraging a few giggles and murmurs from the student body.

"Morning Mr. Yang, it's me, Ryan."

"Okay..." was his cautious reply, "and why, would you happen to need me?"

"Well," I said, gesturing to myself, "I needed you to get my attendance, and I was afraid you wouldn't recognise me... and that might result in me getting marked for truancy and I'm already in school... "

Mr. Yang stared at me for a few seconds, eyeing me nervously before his eyes trailed over my badge, before looking back up at me. "Touché."  was his only reply, before I saw him put a little tick next to the box beside my name.

I smirked, before weaving my way back to the end of the line, my tail continuing to smack into people as I squeezed my way there.

Peeling my bag off my chest, I placed it down gently, before cautiously taking a seat, going into great care to as to not end up sitting on my tail. I curled my tail around me as I sat, not wanting anyone to step on it.

The rest of morning assembly went on as per usual, with the exception of almost everyone, including the parade commander and the teachers, taking some time to steal a glance at me during the flag-raising ceremony, instead of staring at the national flag as it ascended the flag pole (not that anyone actually did pay it attention regularly...)

Classes were dismissed and everyone started heading back to the classroom, and I followed up monotonously like every other day that I had school, trailing my class as they walked in to rows.

However, as I will probably mention for the umpteenth time, pretty much almost everyone was staring at me. It was getting annoying.

A sharp pain from my tail from a large, blunt object made itself known to be, and I snarled in pain, using my tail to lash out backwards a whoever did it.

Someone evidently had done so, with the culprit shouting 'ow', and 'diu lei lou mou (Hokkien for 'F*ck your mother)' at me as I sped up my walking pace, flaring my wings slightly as a sign of my irritation.

Evidently, some people didn't get the message from the first person  smacked, and an assortment of small pranks were played on me, ranging from being stepped on the tail to having my wings pulled.

Frustrated, as we walked along the side of the courtyard to get to the large, spiral staricase the led to my classroom, which happened to be conveniently located on the top floor, I stepped out into it, looking up at my classroom.

Without a second thought, I spread my wings and flapped hard, ignoring the cheers of the student body as I landed on the deserted fourth floor.

It took awhile before the rest of the Seniors reached the top floor as well, and by the time they came up they were all cheering for me. Whether they were being sarcastic or not wasn't really my concern, because in all honesty, I was just waiting for the rest of my classmates to come up and unlock the bloody door.

I watched as the rest of the Seniors eventually made it up to the top floor as well, before I groaned watching the other classes pass me by.

Eventually my class did arrive as well, and as soon as the door was unlocked, I scurried it, picking a seat at the back for myself. The rest of the class followed in, and at the sight of me, everyone was suddenly interested in sitting in the front seats, which were as far away from me as possible.

I smirked, pulling my Advanced Math textbook from out of my bag, along with my notebook, before resting my head on the table and waiting for the first lesson of the day.