"OKAY LITTLE LUCAS TIME FOR SCHOOL."

"Little" Lucas opened his eyes, scrunching up his face against the morning sunlight. Quickly putting on his best clothes, Lucas ran down the spiral stairs, bumping into the mailman as he went down.

As he sat down in his usual spot at the table, Lucas' mom sat a plate of pancakes and orange juice in front of him. "Eat fast, Little Lucas; you wouldn't want to be late for your first day of 6th grade."

Lucas quickly nodded. His mom smiled and quietly left the room, not wanting to wake up his father. Father Lucas would get very angry when somebody disturbed him.

Before he could touch his food, though, Mother Lucas shouted for him to get his ass to school.

"WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"

Lucas was backed up against the new lockers. A boy about his age was looming over him. His face was covered with stubble, and Lucas was about to say "wtf" until he realized the kid just smeared dirt all over his cheeks.

"I asked you a question. When the captain of the lacrosse team asks YOU a question, you better answer."

"Lacrosse is for fags."

Lucas' face soon caved in from all the pressure the boy's fists were applying.

His homeroom class took a long time to find. It was in the back of the school, and the door practically fell when he opened it.

"Hello, class, my name is Stacy Humblebee, but you can call me Mrs. Humblebee." The teacher introduced herself as the class settled into their chairs.

Lucas couldn't see the board because the school fatass sat in front of him. She had to be at least 200 pounds. Lucas didn't say anything, but she turned around and started talking to him.

"Hi. I'm Lisa." Lisa's face was covered with horrible acne, and she was wearing square glasses and pigtails.

"Lucas."

Lisa shifted so she was looking past his shoulder. Giving a sigh, she started to twirl one of her pigtails with her finger. "Isn't Greg over there just sooo cute?"

Lucas still felt the pain he suffered from Greg's "cuteness."

Mrs. Humblebee's voice drowned Lucas' thoughts.

"Okay, before we get started, I would like to say how much FUN we are going to have in my classroom!" To prove her point, Mrs. Humblebee gave a squeal.

"MARK. Get in here!"

A man about Mrs. Humblebee's age wheeled into the classroom, parking in front of her desk.

"This is my husband." Mrs. Humblebee waved her hand above "Mark" like he was up for auction.

"HAHAHA LOOK AT HIS WHEELS." Greg screamed, and James busted out into a fit of giggles.

Mark looked about ready to wheel over there and strangle the two boys, but Mrs. Humblebee placed her hand on his chest.

"Now, now." She said, blushing, giving a sly look directed towards Greg. Was that...seduction?

Mark wheeled out, and Mrs. Humblebee started yapping again.

"Now, I'd like you to meet the class president, and also the leader of our local girl scout committee."

"Hiya, I'm Allison." The girl's voice was high pitched and painful on the ears. "I'll be the one to go to if you need any help with homework or anything if Mrs. Humblebee is not available.

"Excellent." Lucas whispered, not really paying attention.

"Totally."

Lucas turned to his right to see an Australian blond looking dreamily at the girl standing in the front.

"I don't like her." Lisa's nasally voice could be heard. She had her flubby arms folded across her chest, and was glaring at Allison.

"That's just because she likes Greg." Chris mocked her, leaning slightly to get a better interpretation of the conversation being held.

"How old are you? You don't look like a sixth grader." Lucas asked Chris. It was true, Chris didn't look like he belonged in middle school at all.

"I'm 13. I'm only in this stupid class because I was held back two years. I should be in eighth with the winners, not here with the losers."

"STFU, dude." Eric whispered to the arrogant boy. Before this, Lucas honestly thought Eric was dead. He hadn't said a word, and kept his head on his desk the whole time.

"Alright class, settle down." Mrs. Humblebee had become aware of their conversation. It was good they sat in the back of the class, where she was for the most part oblivious to.

Lucas got locker 12, which sat in probably the least practical place in the whole damn school. All of the 6th grade's lockers were located here. There was smears of wiped off spray paint, and the numbers were fading.

"Get away from my locker, homo." Lucas turned to see an uber hot girl standing behind him, and at first he didn't know what she was talking about.

But, sure enough, he was standing in front of locker 13, not 12.

"My apologies." Lucas stepped towards his own locker, giving the girl enough room to get to hers.

"Why is your shirt tucked in?" The girl eyed him up and down, giving him a disapproving look.

Lucas stared down at his belt, and then at the girl. "I find it to be more appropriate and neater."

He looked at her as if he made perfect sense, and she didn't say anything else.

"May I ask your name?"

"Remy."

Lisa's fatass soon found its way to locker 10. Lucas had the urge to throw up when she took out a handful of mashed-up cheeseburgers and stuffed it in her open locker.

Eric took locker 14, and to Lucas' dismay, Greg had locker 11. He pressed his dirt covered face against Lucas' slightly bruised cheek, sporting a huge grin. "I'm not through with you."

The rest of the class slowly shuffled to their new lockers, fumbling with the locks.

Eric tapped Remy's shoulder nervously. "Hello."

For the first time, Eric's voice sounded more nervous than boring.

"What do you want?" She didn't sound mean, exactly, but annoyed.

Before he could say anything, Lisa ran through the hallway, knocking every unlucky soul over like bowling pins. "LUNCHHHTIME."