Summary: My feet dangled down off the seat, half a metre from the floor. What was I thinking, going there? I'm not ready for this.

Author's Note: Hey people! First fanfic- a little one shot about Zane's first day at school. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Ninjago :)

"Hello Zane…"

"You were built to protect those who cannot protect themselves."

"You were always the son I never had…"

"The only reason I'm about to do this is because I love you."

I awoke with a start, trying to remember where I was. The small dark mound of my bag lay abandoned on the floor. I breathed, and calmed myself down. Everything was in order, nothing was out of place. Except the dream. The only thing I had left of my family. The memories. I gave a last glance around my bedroom, making sure nothing was there, and then grabbed a torch off the floor. The light comforted me, but although I knew that it wasn't going to protect me, in some ways it did. I could not talk to it, but it gave me a sense that someone was there that was going to keep me safe. Safe from them.

I ran up to the bus, its faded yellow paint making it easily distinguishable from the bright cars around it. The driver stared straight ahead as I clambered on, taking no notice of me whatsoever. I look around for a spare seat, only spotting one three seats in front of the three bullies, Jaden Samuel and Delroy. I gulp, hoping that they would leave me alone if I sat in front of them. I had no choice. Because I moved quickly into the seat, I took them by surprise. They waited a moment, then stood up and walk towards me. I glanced hopefully at the driver, but he didn't notice. I sighed and excepted they inevitable.

"Hey, look every one;" Delroy said loudly, "The little freak is back."

Every one turned towards me. I felt my cheeks blush red, so I kept my head down, not willing to give the three an extra weapon. Jaden grabbed my bag before I could resist and emptied it out on the floor. Delroy smirked at me then left, his two friends following behind him. I picked up my bag and threw it down on the seat beside me, still looking at the carpet. My feet dangled down off the seat, half a metre from the floor. What was I thinking, going there? I'm not ready for this.

The bus shuddered to a halt outside school, but the short journey gave the three bullies enough time to insult me enough to make me cry. After I heard them go, I scanned the rows of seats, waiting until all of them were empty. I stood up and walked to the front of the bus. After mumbling a 'Thanks' to the driver, I carried on to school.

Why did they always make me look stupid in front of people, I thought miserably. Sure, I was smarter than them, and I was two years younger than them, but that didn't mean I was a freak. Everyone is different.

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