The summer flew by in a breeze. I loved every second of it. I spent my days slurping down books and scrubbing ink out of my clothes and off walls and furniture. I could tell when my warm, summer days were ending, however. As the cool breezes and orangey skies set in, I knew school was around the corner. Of course, I wasn’t going to tell anyone about my secret ink-drinking habits, but I was still nervous about someone finding out I wasn’t your everyday student. Anyway, here I am walking to my first day of school while smelly New Yorkers fill the streets as they walk in a zombie-like manner to wherever they have to be. I grimace as another inconsiderate person shoves me into someone else. I force my way through crowds and crowds of people as