Drama, Teachers, Sports, Friends, Prom, Classes, and Detention. All of this and more can better be described in two words: High School.

A large plain colored building with four stories, several glass windows on each floor, and a pair of two brown wide entrance doors stood in front of him. At the very top left side of the building were several large bold golden letters that read: Albion High School.

Oh how he had dreaded this day as he let out a exasperated sigh and forced himself to walk through the doors entering the dreaded building.

It was bad enough he had been forced to move to a whole new place all together leaving all the friends and home he had always known behind forever but did he really have to start at a new high school at the beginning of the second semister? Why couldn't he just wait until next year and start fresh?

"No. You might as well start today and get it over with. Who knows you might actually like it." His elderly guardian had told him.

He scoffed. "Yeah right!" He thought bitterly to himself staring down at a piece of paper with his schedule, locker number, and lock combination on it.

"Let's see here, D345. D345. Nope. That's D124. D345, D345. D224, D225. Uggh! This is taking forever!" He thought to himself as he walked down the hall passing the lockers looking for his assigned locker.

"D345. Finally!" He thought as he managed to come across it. Looking over his locker combination for a minute he began to spin the dial on the lock using the numbers he had been given.

When he was finished he tried to pull it open but it didn't work. He tried again with no luck still. "You've got to be kidding me!" He thought to himself starting to get really annoyed as he tried to do the combination one more time only to find he had no better luck than the first time. "Well this is just terrific! A new school and a locker that won't even open! Can today get any worse?" He thought as he leaned his back against the locker.

As if to answer his question the school bell rang signaling it was time for class. "I should've known that was going to happen!" He thought.

Running down the hall, obviously late for class, was another young man around his age if not a year or two older. He had a very light tan that was hardly noticeable, dark brown eyes, and short brown hair that went a little past his neck and stuck out to the sides.

He stopped for a moment as he noticed him standing there at his locker and looked down the hall as if debating in his mind if he should go to class and leave him or stop to help. It didn't take him long to decide as he walked over and said "Ah. D345 huh? That's rotten luck."

"Why's that?"

"Well that's one of the bad lockers that doesn't seem to want to open most of the time. Fortunately for you though I had this locker last year and learned a little trick. Watch this." He says with a small smile ripping a piece of paper out from his notebook and folding it into a small square sticking it in the small crack between his locker and the one next to it before yanking open the lock. Surprisingly it open with no problem at all.

"Thank you."

He shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal. "You're new around here right?"

"Yeah. I just moved to town yesterday."

"Name's Lancelot but everyone calls me Lance." The man introduced himself offering out his hand for him to shake.

"I'm Merlin." He replied shaking his hand.

"Two medieval names what interesting luck huh?" Lancelot said to him with a grin.

"I guess so.." Merlin replied shrugging his shoulders.

"Where's your first class?" Lancelot asked him.

"Uh..." He looked again at his schedule. "Room 257. Literature." Merlin replied looking back up at him.

"That's my first class. I'll take you there but we'd better hurry because Mr. Orr doesn't like it when we're late to his class." Lancelot warned as he helped Merlin quickly put his book bag into his locker before shutting it and leading the way down the hall with Merlin following quickly behind.

"Maybe this day won't be so bad after all." Merlin thought to himself with a small smile believing he may have already just made a new friend.