Mornings sucked. Axel groaned as he got out of bed. He walked to his door, where there was a lengthwise mirror. He then began to use his magic, slowly shifting his face to that of a fish, then a lizard, then back to his own. He continued to shift at an unbelievable speed, between anything he could think of. After he was done warming up, he flopped back down onto his bed, newly depleted. But suddenly, an idea popped into his head. "Cafe Montesquieu!" he thought. He quickly got up and dressed into his regulars, sweats and a black workout shirt, grabbed his gym bag, and walked out of the door. Montesquieu was a cafe that Axel's dad owned, and it was home to the Montesquieu family recipe. It was the best coffee ever. Axel's family had coffee trees growing in their private Maine orchard, and though it was weird, that's where they harvested their coffee. Axel hopped into his Camaro, received the year prior, and pulled the keys from his bag. He turned the ignition, and headed for the Cafe. When he got there, he walked in. He ordered regular black coffee and sat down while they prepared it. After it was done, he thanked the barista and left. As he was walking to Dragonar, his new school, he saw a kid, about his age, running. Axel backed up and allowed him to pass. As a runner himself, he knew how annoying it was when people weren't self aware. Suddenly, people started screaming. Axel turned sharply to the kid again, who was now unconscious on the ground. Axel ran over and slid his coffee into his carry pouch on his bag. Axel quickly dialed 911, and waited for the emergency services to arrive. When Axel saw the situation was under control, he continued to walk to his new school. When Axel got there, he checked in with the front office, and was handed a map and told a room number. Axel looked at the map and sighed. This place was huge. After getting lost several times, Axel found himself at the door of his dorm. He quietly rapped on the door and walked in. Another kid, dark skinned with a pretty jacked up tank top and identical sweats had already made himself at home. Axel sat his stuff down. And looked the kid over. "You run?" he asked. Not waiting for an answer, Axel finished off his coffee and threw away the cup. I do," he said, his french accent possibly making him harder to understand. "Follow if you want, oui?"