Saint Joseph School

Michael sits atop the bike rack after class, books balanced on his lap, working on his Calculus homework. He tries not to notice the small crowd that has gathered in or around the commons area nearby, as he taps the end of his pencil on his lip in thought.

Lurking behind a nearby tree... a small plump shadowy figure watches the bike rack scene.
" Hmmm just as I had planned.... there is the one who calls Himself Misericorde"
The Ninja Penguin slinks quietly among the shadows of the school building awaiting the perfect moment to advance on His prey.

Michael checks his watch for the seventeenth time.

Ninja Penguin? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Since he'd arrived in Paragon months ago, he'd seen some pretty bizarre events...and people.

He really hoped it wasn't that Chicken guy from Atlas Park. He was sort of weird. And what was up with those avian themed outfits? Freaky.

Only at SJS could a note stuck to Michael's locker garner so much interest. Plus, the fact that apparently half the school seemed to know about the note before he'd shared it with anyone gave him a bit of pause. Amusing how he'd been so invisible during his first month with the school.

He scribbled a note to himself on his notebook. "No more passing notes with Franky." He thought for a minute, then added, "Ever."

Ninja Penguin watches quietly. Its eyes scan the surroundings cautiously.
The group of nosy teens chatter amongst themeselves...
" wonder when it will happen?
wonder whats gonna happen?
who do you think it is?
Do you really think there even is a Ninja Penguin?"

Minutes go by slowly , soon an hour has passed.

Theres no Ninja Penguin! someones just messin with Mike"

The small group of students dispurses, each saying bye to Mis , some more kindly then others.....

As the last student leaves and Mis sits repacking His belongings , the shadowy figures slinks out quietly.

Popping its head from behind a nearby tree it whispers...

" It's about time they got out of here.. I didn't bring enough of these for everyone. It was supposed to be a thank you gift for you for all the hard work you do around here'! "

Sister Mary Francis's short plump body comes into Mikes view now. A large plate of freshly baked cookies in hand.

" And by the way Micheal dear... no more closet shanaigans with Francis, Sister Moltar was most upset!"