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Day 2, 7:41 AM.
Skyview High School.

Malcolm shoved his hands in the pockets of his oversized hoodie as he angled his body sideways a bit to squeeze past some freshman standing in front of the doors to the massive, almost imposing highschool. It was three stories tall, and had a distinct 'prison' vibe to it with double-layered windows with rings of supports around the frames to prevent them from breaking. The modern architecture stood like a great big grey block against the early morning dawn, blocking the light for hundreds of feet.

The walls in the common rooms were gray and the floor was solid concrete and did nothing to help ease the early-morning chill that clung to the students' bodies. Malcolm shivered a bit and slapped his hands against his jeans to warm them up, turning to look at his sister with his backpack slung over one of his shoulders. He looked fairly goofy standing like that, hands immediately slipping back into pockets and waiting for her briefly to catch up, bulky clothes just slightly not fitting his lean frame.

The noise level had gone from zero to two hundred as he stepped through those doors and he had to shout to be able just to communicate with you. "Home sweet home, huh?" He yelled as he checked his schedule, slipping out of the way of some sophomores running. "Where the hell is our first class?" He looked around to take stock of his surroundings -- tacky yellow full-bodied size lockers, lights that were entirely too bright that shone off the strange material the walls were made of, and people everywhere. Perhaps it was because he skipped class so often, or maybe it was because he usually lived in smaller towns, but there were so many people that he was beginning to grow slightly uncomfortable.