arrow The clock ticked loudly as the last day of school came closer and closer. Henry sat there, ready to burst out of the door once the bell rang. His pencil tapped on the desk as his grouchy old she-bag of a teacher whom he called Mrs. Carol. Mrs. Carol...The worst teacher the face of the planet had ever seen. She was old old, in her 60's or 70's. Her voice was raspy and her hair was as white as snow. There were wrinkles all over her body, and she wore glasses that had beads attached to it. She was lecturing the class on what to do over the summer, how to read the selected books over the summer to get a head start for school.
arrow "Shut up you old hag...." Henry thought to himself. He was tired of her nagging all school year, along with another group of students. Mrs. Carol, someone, he will forget over the summer. He stared at the clock, and it read: "2:59." Henry continued to sit there, and soon his body collapsed onto the top of the desk, but he continued watching the clock. As the second hand moved quicker and quicker, but just as it was going to hit the 12, it stopped, as if everything else stopped. Henry sat up and stared at the clock. Everything seemed to fade away, if it wasn't in existence to Henry. BBBBBRING!
arrow The bell rang violent, and Henry dashed out of the room and disappeared. Literally, he disappeared. Just as he jumped out of the door, he vanished. He didn't take a turn or anything, he just disappeared, bursting through the door.
arrow If you didn't already know, this is a list about Henry. Henry was abandoned on the streets when he was six or seven. Henry was a loner, he was scared to death each night, but one day, he sucked it up, he learned to fight, he learned some ways to get some money. After a year or two of this nonsense he called a life, he was adopted off the streets by a kind gentle family. Henry, at first was stubborn, cracky, but as he soon adjusted, he learned a deal of great things. His foster dad, taught him out to fight in a way he never believed. Kick Boxing, Martial Arts, Wrestling, and Swordsmanship. His foster mother taught him how to cook, herbal ingredients, clothes making, educational stuff, and taught him how to respect natural and all it gives us. His foster brother, was Henry's sparring partner, every day, he would spar with him, even if he doesn't want to. It just gave Henry better training if he ran. Henry, he remained quiet, impatient, good in his own way, mysterious, a loner, hero, and thief. He was a hero to his community, he helped out anyway he can, but at the same time, he stole from everyone once in a while to keep his skills up, but in the end, he returns the items at the front door and disappears before they came. He has an attitude, and a nasty one at the matter. He is quiet, whenever something came up, and remained quiet no matter what. He has some anger issues, but never felt like talking about it. Henry...A strange being, going to a strange place....
Teh Ace of Shades Community Member 
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