Punching me in the back of the head as I walked to class was a fun thing for them to do. One day I couldn't take it any more and I snapped, turned aro...nd and kicked one of my tormentors in the balls. It was witnessed by several other k**s, and unfortunately for me, Mr West, the house-master of one of the other houses in the school.Mr West was a good friend of my own house-master, Mr Henry, and he told him what had happened. He left out the detail that I had been punched and just told him that I. "Do ... do you..." I asked, trying to keep my voice from cracking. "Do you ever wish your parents and you got along?" My voice was an octave higher by the time I had finished my sentence, and I was breathing heavily to stop the tears from flowing."Whoa-ho, new development." Nicole remarked, taking off her seatbelt, undoing mine and holding me in an embrace. I accepted it immediately, burying my head into her chest. "What's going on, hotshot?" She asked me softly. "Trouble with your parents?"I. I glanced around for "John" and found him in the kitchen in nothing but a bathrobe and whistling. "Good morning, beautiful," he said. "Would you like some coffee?" Sure," I answered. "But I like a lot of cream and sugar." Okay." "John" started the coffee-maker. "What do you want for breakfast? I have pancakes, waffles, eggs, cereal.." Ooh, pancakes or waffles. Those are my favorites and I rarely have them." I can make you both." And "John" put some waffles in the toaster and started the stove. Questioned further by the council, the captain added that the creature appeared to breath fire as well!The sound of the Lore-Master Oddtus falling quite out of his chair in astonishment startled everyone in the room, and the hall became quite loud with nervous discussion."A dragon! One of the first-born ... a Draca! How is this possible?" The gléaman ranted later in the privacy of Rowan and Gwenda's chambers. "It was thought that a few might have survived the last final campaign of destruction.