"please state your name, race, subclass, and animal." said ms. smith. I spoke up "My name is d'quan. my family is African American. my subclass is prey, also my house animal is sheep/Ram. and a fun fact about me is that I don't give a fuck about the rules and dress code of this school." I quickly stood up allowing the chair to fall to the ground and clatter behind me. I grab the only non-handme down jacket I had a pink wool hoodie with the words rainbow squad on the back. " your school is a prison for people who crave freedom and independence. the same two aspects our country was found on." this school Happy pasture secondary or HPS to shorten; it has been after my family since my oldest brother was born, but I'm getting ahead of my self. My name is D'quan, but I'm called D by my friends and we call ourselves the rainbow squad because we all have a wool producing animal as our family animal. as you may already know mine is the sheep. I'm 14 years old and on my way to the 12th grade. I went to many different schools over the years and they say is too aggressive to keep around, or my favorite you should have died to the hands of a predator along time ago. But I won't let that get me down. I came to happy pasture schools as a last resort because the rainbow squad has a bad rep. if you ever hear "stay away from the curly haired boy in the pink hoodie" or " here comes the wannabe predator and his group" you know that I'm the hero of this story. I ready to save the damsel in distress and slay the dragon, or panther or coyote. wait I mean lynx; yeah lynx and ladies I'm single!