The blonde was sat on her bed, nervous for her first day in her new school. It was early February and the second semester had just started, but Rapunzel had to transfer because her mother, Gothel, had some sort of long-term business in town. What this business would be, was beyond Rapunzel's knowledge.

So, there she was, sitting on her bed and hugging her knees, not knowing what to expect. She began to think of skipping school for today, when her mother called on her. Reluctantly, she headed downstairs with her homemade bag slung on her shoulder. "Ready, mother," announced Rapunzel with a forced smile. "Do I look o—

"Finally! Goodness, you took ages," complained Gothel, who was dressed in her black dress with her hair down, like she was headed more to a date than an appointment. "Now let's go, I'm going to be late for…" she paused, struggling for a good word. "Something" was what she came up with.

In the car, Gothel rambled on about how Rapunzel should be careful and distrusting with boys. She had always been overprotective of her, and Rapunzel resented her slightly for this. Still, she was in a constant state of denial and knows her mother was only looking out for her.

After what seemed like an eternity, they reached the school compound and Rapunzel got out of the car, both nervous and eager.

Gothel had a last-minute reminder. "Remember dear, don't talk to strangers!"

"I won't, mother!" answered Rapunzel as politely as she could, though inside she was dying to scoff. "Good," said Gothel, and sped away in her Sedan.

"Here goes nothing," the seventeen-year-old whispered to herself as she headed for the entrance.

Five more minutes, please? Jack pleaded inside his mind, trying to fight off the loud buzzing of the alarm clock on his bedside table. When he realized that he couldn't fight the annoying sound, he reached out for the thing and slammed his fist on it, hitting the snooze button.

His sister then recklessly barged in the room—while he was still in his underwear—urging him to wake up. Jack tried to cover himself up with his blanket, but didn't bother facing his sister at the door.

"Mom and Dad have been calling you for the past hour now. We're gonna be late!" she shrieked. Jack blinked a few times and got out, "I don't care, Em, leave me alone," and turned to his side so that he wouldn't have to face her.

"If you say so," she replied, and headed out the room. The sound of their car's engines starting filled up the place, but the boy barely noticed. All he wanted, at that moment, was sleep.

But of course, he would have to get up sooner or later.

Right before he reached the top of a tower he was climbing—in his dreams, that is—the alarm clock started buzzing again and sent him straight up, slightly disoriented. He looked at the time and rolled his eyes. "Just great," he muttered. "I said five minutes, not thirty."

Having missed the first and only bus that passed by his school, he hopped onto a different one. Inside were all the kids that went to some other campus. There were nerds, goths, hipsters, the popular crowd, and more, all of which he glared at. A freshman with glasses got in his way and, being the bully that he was, Jack looked down on him with a mean stare.

"Get out of my way, punk," he muttered. The trembling boy did so.

Jack went on looking for a seat, refusing to sit beside anyone he identified as a loser. Finally, he settled on an empty seat near the back and stared out the window as the bus drove off.

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