"It is a Spanish walking horse and it is for me since I'm using his" Matilda responded

Martin leaned up against the lockers and listened, running a hand through his curly hair. "A good breed. Have fun." He offered a smile and turned back to finish emptying the stuff he didn't need into his locker. Martin heard the bell ring, his wide shoulders dropping as he let out a small groan. "See you at class." Martin offered, bringing his hand up to his forehead and saluting with a grin before he walked off in the dorection of the Math classroom.

I wounder were Martin got the scar on his face~ Matilda thought as she walked to her english class

Martin sat down in the chair and pulled out his Math book, preparing for a boring day. His mind wandered over to Matilda... that was her name, right? Maybe he would have one friend. She didn't seem to mind about his very crazy and humorous ways.

As Matilda thought ~can I ever tell Martin what happened to my parents

As the class started Martin leaned back in the chair, too lost in thought to do anything rambuncious. He ran his rough hand over the long scar on his cheek for a moment, thinking. The class was over before he knew it, so Martin stood and went to get his History book. He had ten minutes before the History class.

"How I hate math!" Matilda exclaimed

Martin brought a hand up to his scar, turning around as he heard jeering laughter. "Aw the poor little boy cradling his scar? How pathetic." A tall boy snickered, watching Martin. "You'd better be careful, this *little boy* is slightly crazy and will punch you." Martin warned with a grin, though his icy blue eyes were steel hard and ice cold. He took a step forward, clenching his fists which in turn flexed his muscles under his red shirt.

Matilda looked at the tall boy and started to head to her wretched math class thinking that Martin had things under control. Just then she wanted to ask Martin if the could go over to her uncles place but then decided not to because she hardly knows him. She wondered where she knew him from.

"Slightly crazy hm? So you're a maniac... bahaha!" The boy hooted and hollered, drawing attention from everywhere. Martin groaned internally, closing his eyes a moment. Then when he opened them, his icy blue eyes did have the slightly crazy look he got in them. "Ready or not, here I come." Martin laughed, darting forward and punching the guy in the nose. He then wheeled around and pushed him forward, causing the boy to crash onto the floor. "Have fun being a floor cleaner." Martin chuckled, grabbing his supplies and heading to History