I arrived at the new school at last. Having moved from Denver, an open school was certainly a new experience to me. It had fields, a centralized class building, and a curious looking sphere on the side of it. I confidently walked in.

“Ooph!” I fell over, bumping into another student at the door. He looked fairly “nerdy”, but somehow, stylish.

“Sorry about that!” I blurted out.

The kid sighed, both of our bookbags having been thrown out far in front of us. A book flew out of mine apparently, backwards to us. His face instantly lighted upon reading the title. “So, you’re into swordplay?” he asked me. I replied affirmatively.

He drew a sword from his own bag. “Same here. Th’name is Kevin.” He offered his hand, I shook it. This might’ve been a peaceful moment if a security guard wasn’t staring at us. “I am going to have to take that sword…”

And as such, a few months past. We got into a few scrapes with security, but nothing too serious. That’s when I learned about the Bag….....