Aiden walked into the classroom, rubbing his eyes. Why was he so tired? Maybe it was a full moon or something.. that threw off one's sleep habits, yes? After greeting the professor, he plopped his bag onto the nearest unoccupied desk and pulled out the chair. All he could think about was was staring at the pretty blackness of the inside of his eyelids! Hopefully this class would have some excitement because this boy needed to wake up.

After grabbing his quill and an extra piece of parchment, he scribbled his information down in his distinct chicken scratch handwriting.