I have no words to describe what I'm seeing right now. A humanoid boy with six arms, pink fur, eight eyes, and... are those fangs? Like, poisonous fangs? There were sleeves knitted into his grey hoodie so the arms could fit. Does that mean this guy is always like this 24/7? His sweatpants look so baggy too. Maybe it's hiding something? It's hard to tell at this point if any of his other clothing hides any other secrets. Did I seriously move into a school with furries?

I'm not sure if I should be afraid or just wait for the thing to leave already. He seems to be looking back at me, his eyelids squinting at me, all eight of them, piercing through me like many fluffy daggers. It feels as if I break eye contact, he'll pull something.

Yet still, we're staring at each other after most of the students have gone to class already. So, I took a step toward the stairs hesitantly. He covered his mouth, muffling the sounds of soft snickering, then made his way down the steps. "You should get used to seeing people in sleep states if you live here," He uncovered his mouth to talk, revealing his smile. "My name's Thomas, the dream watcher. Get to class. You have around... one minute."

"Wha𑁋"

"You shouldn't waste time. C'mon," Thomas chuckled, continuing his way down the stairs and into the lower level. His voice sounds so cute yet his appearance somewhat unsettles me, as if it's trying to be adorable yet it bears such fierce fangs. Does everyone look like that? What's a sleep state?

I should meet him after school. Maybe he's lived here for a while.

As he left and I was standing here, I realized the scant amount of time I had left. I started to head toward my last class of the day, which was inconveniently placed at the furthest side of the hall and up the stairs to the uppermost level. There was no way I'd make it on time. If I could run, I would, but my legs aren't made for running. I only run when my life's on the line. Missing class isn't that important.

So, the bell rang and I was only a quarter of the way there. It's only this weird wood class where you make finicky wooden ornaments, I think. Thought it'd be fun to take. Wonder how far they are. As I walk, I shiver. That Thomas guy gave me way too many creeps. Still, he was pretty fluffy. Maybe I'll like him.

Halfway there. It's kind of nice to reminisce about the day, and how it's been going while taking my sweet, sweet time. A lot of the girls here are nice. They seem pretty interested in me. A lot of the popular ones seem to flock around me like bees swirling around their hives. It's funny how quick all these people are to obsess over new kids. Hope it's not because of my parents... or my assets.

Nearly there. Just up the stairs now. Thomas called himself a dream watcher. Is he implying he's a stalker? That'd make sense, for a spider. Stalker and spider rhyme, so obviously they have a correlation. Obviously. I'm so funny. My humor is about as dull as these halls of peach colors and muted oranges. The lockers don't even match the tiled floor or the chunky ceiling. It was a dull hallway throughout, and crowded too. Same thing with the stairways. The school my parents had me in before was way roomier and had better hues... and more windows.

Finally here. Jeez, how long are these hallways? I shake my head and knock on the wooden door, not even attempting to check if it was unlocked. While I waited, my hands instinctively slipped into the pockets of my jersey jacket. It's comfier for them in there than out in the open. While I was looking down at my shoes to see if they were dirtied up at all from walking here, the door creaked open. "You're rather late," A tall, well-built figure stood before me, the copious light of the woods room washing over the teacher's body like an enormous spotlight.

"I don't like running from one end of the hall to the other to get to class," I laughed, opening the door fully and walking past the educator.

"Have some respect. Please call me𑁋"

"Mr. Woods man."

"Mister𑁋"

"Woods."

"Laring𑁋"

"Wood. Laringwood. Laringwoods?"

"...Go already, rich kid. ...I'll make sure to teach you well," The teacher sighed. "It's Laringwill."

"I was close," I chuckled as I stepped inside. These teachers already have no respect for me, so I'll have none for them. The guy didn't even ask for my name. At least that Thomas kid was cool, though kind of uppity. He's probably not a kid I'd talk to though. Guess it depends on what happens.

After all, he's a dream watcher. Surely, he's got to be a good guy.