The ticking clock had become lifeless. The teacher at the front of the room was talking about some random nonsense that would never help any of the students later in life. Ozzy, a fourteen-year-old who is quite energetic, had raised her hand for a bathroom break. She had drank a lot of water at lunch. As she left the class and raced to the washroom, she had accidentally crashed her body against the body of another and knocked them down.

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to knock you over. Here, I'll help yo-"

"Nah, it's quite alright. I'll be, uhh..okay."

The student had stood up. It was a boy, most probably the same age as her. He was tall and lanky, with a very abnormal hairstyle. Spiky and coloured with different shades of blue. What she noticed about him was that his face was very lifeless. He had two very vacant black eyes. "The name's Stu, I s'pose, but muh friends call me 2-D. I'm new here and, err, I dun't know where to go." She smiled sweetly at him and then suddenly piped up, "I'll be glad to help you!".

It took them about an hour to see the whole school. When she had stopped him she just had to ask the question, "Do you know what class you gotta go to?" He then replied, "Yeah, to the grade eight class, least that's whut I was told." She was happy to hear that there would be a new student in her class, especially one as hot as this. While they started walking, she suddenly thought to herself, "What am I saying? I don't like guys yet. But.. I dunno.." She took another look at him, then looked forward again. When they stepped into the classroom, the teacher looked at 2-D surprisingly, like she had never seen someone like him before.

"Oh, yes, we have a new student today. Children, this is Stu-"

"2-D," he quickly replied, "that's muh name."

"Err.. okay then, his name's 2-D. Please take a seat."

He walked over to his desk and sat in it. He was eyeing his surroundings very silently, since he was too nervous to try and talk to anyone. Some of his fellow classmates had given him cold, chilling looks. They seemed to have a problem with him, but why? He's the same as any other student would be. At least, in his own mind, he thought he was.

"Now, 2-D," the teacher started. "Why don't you tell us about yourself? Do you have any fascinating stories to tell us?"

He looked around wryly, then decided he had to speak. "Well, when I was a young'n, I got run over twice, I did, which fractured me eyes. I dun't remember that much 'bout it, but me mum said I was in a coma. Oh, and I love zombie movies."

Now they were really giving him odd looks. The teacher stuttered then had said, "So does that mean you're.. uhhh.. mentally retarded? Is that the term?" Before 2-D could reply, the class burst out laughing. Almost everyone was red in the face and couldn't speak, except for Ozzy. She felt sorry for this poor guy, many people in the world have to go through this type of situation. They continued laughing, until she suddenly and surprisingly stood up and shouted, "SHUT IT!". The class had shut it.