Gavin was trying to herd sheep out of his room. Of course, every time he got them out, another one would appear or slip past or pop out from under his bed. They were just everywhere. They were clinging to his pants and sleeping on his pillow and eating his paper.

"I am taping Karal's mouth shut," Gavin grumbled.

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Gavin had barely been awake when the transport dropped him off in the vicinity of the school. He'd rubbed sleep out of his eyes, gave the pilot one final salute and trudged off toward in the direction of the school, bag slung over his shoulder ( Read more... )