I walked down the halls of Bolton Middle School. It was my first day of 7th grade, and believe me, it was terrifying. All the new people and teachers...The thought sent shivers down my spine. I smiled at a few people that I recognized, but that was it. I didn't really have many friends. Maybe it was because I was to shy, or maybe because I pushed everybody away. The odd part is, I liked being alone. I loved being able to sit and think by myself. It would bother most people, but not me. I arrived at the door to my homeroom. The door read 'Mr. Thart's Science Room'. I groaned and opened the door, greeted by a loud classroom full of yelling kids. They were having fun and being 'reunited' with their old friends. I shut my eyes for moment, hoping that the loud noise wouldn't last. I took my place at the black table and set down my backpack. I glanced up, making sure nobody was looking. I smiled and took out my sketchbook. Opening it up, I slowly flipped through my preious drawings. You see, I was an artist. It was the only thing that made me feel...unique. At peace, even. I quickly put away my sketchbook as Mr. Thart clapped and began speaking. He went on about the classroom rules, class schedules, lunch, and other boring stuff like that. He then passed out a slip of paper to everyone with our locker number on it. He dismissed us, and everyone dashed out the door. I picked up my backpack and walked calmly after the large croud. I located my new locker and opened it. Inside was a small, golden key.