My name is Carl Fenton. I'm sixteen years old (officially) and I'm not your average boy.
Now you all have heard of us: dragons. But you don't know half the story.
I remember like it was yesterday. I was young, at two hundred, and I thought the world was mine.
There she was: Kim Peters, young, energetic and full of life. I loved her for it.
I approached her, handed back her book. "Carl Fenton," I introduced myself. "If you're in town, look me up."
"I will," she replied and went on her way. Little did she know I was about to confide my deepest secret with her.
It was my first day at a new school. I hated it, but to blend in I had registered as Carl, a fifteen-year-old coming from an orphanage. Hence no need to fake info about my parents.
As it turned out, she was in first-hour biology. I grinned as she took her seat, and she waved back.
