Dude, Why are You so Emo?[Original][part 1]

"Now what is your name?"
He'd been sent to the Dean of Students for his class schedule by the women in the front office. The fate of whether or not he was really going to hate this school or not was held in the hands of a man that probably not going to tolerate him at all. There he sat, in a chair with a large butt printin it, only to mean that this Dean has seen far too many bad seeds over however many years he'd been around. He stared out the window behind the Dean instead of pay attention to sounds coming out of his mouth.
"Pay attention, boy, I'm still deciding if you're going to recieve nice or mean teachers for the remainder of the year." The Dean said in a stern tone. "Now what is your name?"
"Oh...I'm sorry...My name is..." He looked into the Dean's dark eyes thast seemed to see straight through him. He sighed, "my name is Johl."
"Alright, Johl, what's your last name? I'm sure you're not the only 'Johl' attending this school." The Dean was obvious growing as bored with him and Johl was scared of him.
"Johl Hearthen..." He whispered.
"What? My ears aren't as young as yours, you have to speak up." The Dean replied quickly.
"Johl Hearthen." Was that loud enough for the old man?
"...No need to scream,"
Well he'll have to start doing so if it really does turn out the whole school staff was as old as Mrs. Widown.