A tale of simon. Part 1. ( open. )

Simon stood at the schools gate holding a map. He had been walking and taking buses for weeks to get here from canida. needless to say it was a long trip. Also he was hot! His pale skin used to this kind of weather for a short time in the spring. He pushed the gate open and walked in, he was on time this sunny day and school was just starting. He walked over to a small crowd of people. " Hello? is this the Death wepon and meister academy? " He hands  the group a map with a circle drawn around the school. Oh and simon, was only ten years old.