Dave Strider

Dave sat in the back of the class, as per usual, balancing a pencil on his nose. It was the beginning of first period, another boring day of school.

If you asked anyone that wasn’t Dave what their opinions were of him, you’d get a lot of answers ranging from “He’s weird! I don’t like him.” To “He’s a bit of the 'lone wolf type',but he's cool,” No one really knew what really was the dude's deal except his friends.*

“Okay class!” The teacher clapped her hands together. “I am pleased to inform you of our new student. You can come in now!” She said, gesturing for someone to come in. This should be interesting.