Las Vegas scuffed his shoe into the red mud. He was bored; all of the kids were bored, as usual. In fact, he had been bored most of his school years starting from age four to nine. They did not have a playground, the principal said that there was not any time for them to play. There was no tetherball court or basketball hoops handy. Not even a small ball was there for the kids to share.The only thing that they could really do was stand around and talk to one another for a whole hour. The teacher said that they needed fresh air, but then again, what is fresh air without anything to play with? To be more specific, what is fresh air without having anything to do? Several girls started a game of Concentration, but they did it every single day, so the clapping soon faltered, and came to a stop. Then the bell rang, at exactly one o'clock, as it always did. The kids filed back into the building, as always too. Once in his assigned classroom, Las Vegas slipped into a seat next to his best and most loyal friend, Domino, as always. It was not a very common name for a kid, but then again, neither was Las Vegas. In fact, none of the kids in the school had normal names. Some of the kid's names were London, Olympic, Tequila, and so on. To tell the truth, all of the kids at the school were orphans. You see, it was and orphanage, but then the owner decided, that while waiting for someone to adopt the hundreds of kids, they would educate them. The principal had put an ad in the newspaper;
"Want to adopt a child? Come to McCleaf's School of Young Kids. Nice, well-trained, healthy children."
Once Las Vegas saw that ad, he loathed the principal even more. He was talking about them as if they were dogs! "Nice, well-trained, healthy children". The teacher's voice caused him to jolt out of his unhappy thoughts. "Las Vegas, pay attention, will you? This is the third time this week! Come up and write "I will pay attention in class", ten times on the board. He groaned and stood up, rolling his eyes at Domino, who just stared at him laughingly, wearing a "Haha-you-have-to-write-lines-and-I-don't" look. Las vegas wrote on the chalkboard every week, so the other kids were not surprised at all.