Fern gazed at his new school. It was a tall building. A few bushes were scattered across the landscape. Fern was once again reminded of Finn. Fern had come from the Grass Sword. But Fern was always in Finn's shadow. Fern brushed his hand down his grassy arm. Finn walked up. "Hey, Fern!" He said cheerfully. Fern looked up. "oh, uh...hey."He said. Finn was always happy. Even when he lost his arm. Fern stole a glance at the metal that took it's place. Finn seemed proud to show it off. Finn was so unlike Fern. Finn was peaceful, happy, and ready for anything. Fern was volatile, depressed, and a last-minute person. Jake came up next. "Hey, guys." He yawned. Fern was about to respond, when the bell rang. "Dang it!"