A/N Hi this is my first fic, it is a story I have had in my head for a while, hopefully I will update it..

Chapter 1

Joconan Blue opened his eyes. He had been rudely awakened by his stupid alarm clock, with its stupid clanging wake up call. His annoyance melted away as he remembered what would be happening that day. Excitement and nerves were soon joined by dizziness as Joc sat up too quickly and scrambled out of his bed. Today was going to be good, he decided.

After showering and putting on the clothes he had chosen last night, Joc crouched down next to his bag and deliberated on what he should take with him to his first day at college.

"Pencil case," he murmured, "pens, pencils, ruler… notepad. Wallet. Maybe I should take a drink… oh well, I could always buy one…" Joc was well known for muttering to himself. Making sure his mobile and travel pass were is his pockets, he woke his parents to say bye, made a quick sandwich for breakfast and ate it on the way to the bus stop.

Joc fidgeted with his new travel pass in his hand, waiting for the bus to arrive. Five minutes later, there it was. Taking the bus was a mode of transport that Joc hadn't used that much – usually he cycled everywhere, but to get to his college the best way was by bus. After flashing his pass at the driver, Joc wondered up to the top deck and found an empty seat to sit in. The journey took twenty five minutes and he found himself thinking about what he had left behind him.

Joconan had always been described by his teachers as "a quiet boy who is quick to learn, but doesn't get involved in class discussions much." In primary school, he had been one of the jokers – the class clown. Clown, because he was clumsy and kept tripping over things, then exaggerating it to make it look like he had done it on purpose. But then in year 4, Joc's closest friend left the school, and got out of contact. Suddenly, the class clown persona was ripped away leaving Joc quiet and detached from everyone. Anger built up and focused itself on his right hand – his writing hand. This resulted in Joc taking out his anger on his writing. Sometimes his writing was hardly legible, and pens and books were occasionally thrown off the table in exasperation. After a few months, Joc found himself starting to control his anger and trying to turn it into something else. The anger subsided, but the problems with his hand plagued Joc through the rest of his primary years and through secondary school too.

Secondary school meant new start, new people, new surroundings. That was good. Joc's tutor group was ok; a few stupid people, a few troublemakers and some whom were at his old school. New friendships were formed, but Joc was never in the centre of them. Always on the outside, never the one people went to to ask for help, or companionship. He always felt that if he was to suddenly disappear, no-one would notice that he had gone.

Now Joc was off to college. Away from all those silly people he had called friends (who had all stayed at the sixth form at the school), off on a new adventure into the unknown, another fresh start

Joc was awakened form his daydream by the bus arriving at the college. Stepping down the precarious steps of the bus, Joc's stomach was full of butterflies. He knew the number of the room he had to go to, but he wasn't sure where it was. Room 803 on the eighth floor. Eighth floor!

The tower block which held his tutor room was appropriately named as it towered over everything and everyone like a skyscraper. Avoiding the lift as it had a really big queue, Joc started the walk up eight flights of stairs to get to his room. He was quite surprised at how quick taking the stairs was. Glancing around, Joc noticed a sign pointing showing him where the room 803 was located and gladly followed it.

Walking hesitantly in to room 803, he noticed that a few people were already sat down in the room. A few turned to give a small smile and a nod to the newcomer. Joc found a chair and sat down, waiting for something to happen. The rest of the day passed with a blur. Joc got to know his fellow classmates better and had a small tour of the college site.

Today had been a good day, he thought.