Why will I not be coming back? Where do I start? You claimed this was a school for "gifted" kids. Well let me tell you buddy, "gifted" isn't the right word for it. "Terrifying" would be more like it.

How can I be scared of a bunch of kids?! How can I be scared of "just a bunch of kids??" Let's start with the most normal one, Brunner I think his last name was? Stuck in a wheelchair, pretty smart. Smelled of horses though. I figure, maybe he's been at an equine therapy place or whatever. Then I saw the tail. Of course I'm serious, it was sticking out of the back of that power unit! Not to mention, the damn thing made a noise that sounded exactly like a horse walking. Then, there was that sulky Gothic kid, who out and called himself Hades. Called me "puny mortal" and everything. Offered a pomegranate to some girl at lunch, which seemed kinda sweet, so maybe he's not too bad. And there was that Danish fellow, everyone called him "Thunderer." Really ripped, especially for a freaking sixteen year old. Bellowed constantly, carries around a fucking sledgehammer. He got pissed at me over something I was saying in lecture, I think I was talking about frost giants? He breaks my desk in half with the fucking hammer, then laughs in my face about it! I called his father, who told me I should "man up" and "would never get to Valhalla with that attitude." For Christ's sake - oh, I'm pretty sure he was there too, that quiet Middle Eastern hippie in the back. I mean, there was even some bitch who went on about a broken oath not to use some tools on a heart! She tried to give me the ring and everything! I'm done man, so fucking done! Either everyone in here is fucking delusional, or I'm delusional, or - why are you laughing so hard? This isn't funny goddamnit - Oh. You're one of them too. The ibis head really should have been a give-away.

How the hell do gods get sick?