So, i decided to start my third story, so here it is. Hello and welcome to New School Means New Start...Right or, as I shall refer to it as if i ever do, NSMNSR. So to anyone who may be new to my stories, which, seeing as i haven't been writing too long, I imagine is a fair amount of people, let me just say a few things. First off, I know that this chapter is fairly short, but that is because the first one in my stories normally is, due to the fact that I mostly just use it as an introduction and don't actually add too much to the story in it, so keep in mind that the rest of the chapters will most likely be longer. The second thing is a little FYI for text, which is any italicized words are thoughts, not real speaking. So, without further ado, onto the show.

New School Means New Start… Right?

I was sitting on my bed in my foster home, my few bags packed and sitting next to me. My foster mother, a short, fat, hateful woman was standing in front of me, hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.

"I still don't know how the hell you even got into that place, you little freak." She said.

Instead of responding or retaliating, I just sat there, silently.

"Of course you wouldn't respond, you stupid little fucking mute." She said, shaking her head, "I just hope that they know what a little fucking weirdo."

I kept sitting there, silently and with a straight face.

"Just don't even think about coming back here until summer," She continued, "Arceus knows that no one around here wants to see your furry mug back any sooner than needed."

Suddenly a honk sounded out outside and I got up, grabbed my bags and started heading for the door.

I jolted awake as we hit a pothole, causing me to smash my head against the window.

"Oh, sorry kid," my Uncle Vector said, as I rubbed the back of my head in pain, "old gal don't take too kindly to potholes."

I nodded at him and he turned his attention back to the road, as I resumed staring out of the window, intent on not falling asleep again. My name is Cloud Senth, and I'm an Umbreon-morph. One of the only morphs in existence, to be exact, which is why I really fucking hate the world. While some may think that the fact that morphs are rare would make us seen as really interesting or something, it really just caused a lot of racism. Seriously, a fucking lot. Which is possibly a reason that my life has been how it is. Before I had turned one, my parents had abandoned me, leaving me on the doorstep of an orphanage, with a typed up letter saying my name on it. Since then I've been bouncing from orphanage to orphanage, foster home to foster home, until five years ago, when I turned fifteen and was put into the home I've been living in ever since. Of course, being an outcast and hated by all caused me to be treated slightly differently, to the point where everything I had, which is just my phone, some CDs, a laptop, and my clothes, and any food I had eaten in the past eight years or so, I had to work for, save up for, and buy for myself, which proved to be challenging until I moved into the most recent house, where I was able to meet Vector in the town it was in. My Uncle Vector isn't really my uncle, I just referred to him as my uncle, or at least I probably would if I ever spoke. While I'm not actually a mute, I had gotten everyone to believe I was, as my philosophy is that I'm going to be hated unconditionally anyways, why waste time and energy speaking, which, while this wasn't true for necessarily everyone I met, I just used it on everyone I met. I met Vector a week or so after moving in, when I was just wandering around trying to find some money to buy food with. He gave me food and, after explaining my situation to him via a pad of paper and a pen, he gave me a constant job at his coffee shop, which paid fairly well, and he was currently driving me to Shadowveil High School, which is one of the best boarding schools in the world. While a large amount of people going most likely had extremely rich parents, as going here cost a fuck-ton of cash, I had received a free four year scholarship to the school, due to the fact that I had some of the best grades out of anyone in the region during middle school. I still have to pay for supplies like food and drinks, which I would be buying at the store on campus with the money I had saved up over the years, which I had withdrawn from my bank account completely and put in a bag prior to leaving my foster home, but I do have all four years of high school, along with on-campus boarding, completely paid for. So while almost everyone there probably had their parents pay a fuck ton to get them in, I actually did something to deserve it. So, yay, I guess.

"Alright, this looks like the place." Vector said, turning onto a round driveway and through a large iron gate.

As we pulled in I looked outside the window at the campus, amazed at how large it was. There were three buildings, one to the left, on to the right, and one in the center, with the two on the sides being larger. I guess those are the dorms. At least, they look like it. The lawn looked as if it had been mowed recently, and I could barely see the tops of bleachers behind the main building. That would probably be the football field. There were also a few tennis courts, a soccer field, and an outdoor swimming pool that I could see around the main building as well, all of which were completely empty of people. Looks like I'm one of the only students that came here early. Then again, it is more than a week before school actually starts. Finally, the whole campus was surrounded by a large iron fence and a forest outside of that. We pulled up in front of the double doors in the center of the main building and stopped.

"Well Cloud, looks like this is it." Vector said, "A new school. I just hope it goes better for you than the last one." I nodded and he said, "Well, you better get going. You still need to sign in and everything."

I nodded and opened the truck door and stepped out. I went to the bed of the truck and grabbed my bags out; then went back up to the cab.

"Well kid, I guess this is goodbye until the summer." Vector said, sticking his hand out of the window. I shook it and he said, "Well, I'll be off then. Remember, you can always call me or something if you need to."

I nodded and he pulled began pulling out of the driveway, and I stood there until the back of his dusty pickup had passed the trees and out of my vision. Well, I guess this is it. Sighing, I picked up my bags and went to the doors. I saw a sign above the door that read "Main Building" and pushed it open. I was immediately assaulted by cool air, which was a nice contrast from the humid August heat of outside. I saw a sign on the wall that read "Main Office" with an arrow underneath it, so I followed the arrow. When I found the office I entered and saw a large desk to my left, along with a door behind it and three more doors on the wall straight ahead of me, and a girl with blonde hair and an almost completely pink outfit, minus the jeans she was wearing, sitting in a chair between two of the doors, on her phone. When I entered, the girl looked up, and when she saw me a look of surprise jumped onto her face, but it was quickly replaced by a large smirk. I really don't like that look, and I'm almost positive that I know what's about to come.

"What's this freak doing here?" The girl said, sneering, "Did the pound have another one escape or something?"

Wow, rather unimaginative there. I've heard that on at least twenty times in the past week or so.

"What's the matter weirdo," she said, standing and walking over to me, "don't like speaking or something? Arceus, you're worse than a real Umbreon. Those things are at least cute."

Wow, she really is a massive bitch.

She opened her mouth to say something else, but she was interrupted by one of the doors behind her opening and a man wearing khakis and a button-up shirt stepped out. He saw the girl and I and walked over to us.

"Now, now, Mackenna, there's no reason to pick on Cloud." He said, "Now go and sit back down before I write you up."

Mackenna scoffed and said, "You can't write me up, the school year hasn't even started yet."

"That may be," the man said, "but from the moment you are dropped off here to the moment you leave in May you are under the staff's supervision, which means that we can punish you as we see fit. Now sit down."

Mackenna opened her mouth, most likely to complain, but closed it and walked back to her seat, muttering something under breath.

"Now then," the man said, turning to me, "let's get you signed in, shall we."

He went back to the door he came from and opened it.

"Well, let's go." He said, motioning for me to enter.

I entered, and as I passed Mackenna I heard her mumble, "Stupid fucking emo freak." under her breath.

I don't know if she's calling me emo because I'm wearing all black, or if she's still being racist and is just not intelligent enough to think of new racist insults this quickly. Oh well, she's a stupid bitch anyways, so it doesn't matter to me.

As I entered the room, the man followed me, shutting the door behind us. The office was fairly plain, with only a desk with an office chair behind it, two small armchairs on the opposite side of the desk, and a few filing cabinets.

"Please, sit down." The man said, going the desk and sitting in the office chair.

I sat in one of the two armchairs and sat my bags on the ground next to me.

"Anyway, hello and welcome to Shadowveil High." The man said, extending his hand. I shook it and he said, "My name is Mr. Fawkes, and I will be your counselor while you are here." I nodded and he continued, "And don't worry, all of the staff has been notified about the whole mute thing."

He opened a drawer on his desk and pulled out a file with my name at the top of it. He closed the drawer and sat the file on his desk and opened it.

"Okay, while there aren't many things we need to know, there are a few, so let's get straight into it so you can go and get settled into your dorm." He said. "First off, we only have one emergency contact listed here, being your foster mother, but we always advise students to have at least two. I understand if there isn't anyone else put-"

He stopped speaking when I motioned for him to give me the file and a pen. He complied and I wrote down Vector's name, along with his number and relationship to me. I gave him the pen and file back, and he looked at what I wrote.

"Oh, I honestly hadn't expected another name, as your foster mother never mentioned anyone else." He said. "Well, that's always helpful. With this next one I will completely understand if it isn't possible, as I know how you have been treated recently, but we also like to have a student phone number on file, just in case it is needed. Do you happen to have a phone?"

I nodded and pulled out my phone. I pulled up my number and showed it to him.

"Wow," he said, writing in the file, "you can actually fill in many more blanks than we initially thought, so that's good." When he finished writing I put my phone back in my pocket, and he said, "So, that about covers filling things in, so now you just need to get your schedule, your map, and your dorm key."

He flipped through the folder again before pulling out a few papers and an envelope.

"Ahh, here we are." He said, handing me a paper that I saw was a map of the campus. "Now, you shouldn't really need that after a week or so, but you may until you get the feel of the place." He then handed me the other paper, my schedule, and said, "And that is your class schedule, with your dorm number at the top, along with the names of your roommates."

I looked at the top of the paper and saw the letter/number combination B-12 under the dorm number tab, but saw nothing under the roommates tab.

I showed this to Mr. Fawkes and he said, "Oh yes, I forgot. Almost every year we have one or two dorms for both males and females that don't have any roommates, and it seems as if you were lucky enough to get it this year."

I nodded and folded both of the papers before putting them in my pocket. Fuck, solo room is fine by me. Less time I'm around racist assholes.

"Alright," Mr. Fawkes said, opening the envelope and dumping a small key, with an attached tag with my dorm number on it, on his desk, "and this would be your key." He handed the key to me and said, "Well, that about does it, so I'll let you go and get settled into your room now."

I nodded before standing and pocketing the key. I picked up my bags and went towards the door. As I left the room I passed Mackenna, who was now joined by a brunette in similar attire, and both seemed to be deep in a conversation in whispers, but with my above average ears for humans, I was able to hear every word, and it mostly seemed to be about insulting me.

Oh yay, another stupid cunt. Now the fun is really starting up.

I left the office and then the building, passing no one else on my way. I stopped and pulled out my map. Looking at it I saw that the boy's dorm is to the left if you're facing the street, so I re-pocketed my map and started walking. When I got to the building, I entered and saw a sign saying that the B rooms are on the second floor, so I went up the stairs next to the front door and went to my room. I opened the door and was in a small living room with a standard attached kitchen. I closed the door behind me and sat my bags on the floor. The living room had a couch, a coffee table, a recliner, and a flat screen TV sitting on a medium sized chest of drawers. I saw two doors leading off of the living room, one on each side of me. I entered the one to my right and entered a bedroom, with only two beds and a large chest of drawers and a closet in it. I left the bedroom and went to the other door, and opened it to see a standard full bathroom. I closed the door, grabbed my bags and went to go unpack my clothes, which consisted of just solid black jeans and solid black shirts, with a few band shirts mixed in. When I was finished I went into the kitchen and saw a paper sitting on the counter. Picking it up, I saw that it was a rules list. Let's see, anything that I should give a shit about. Looking over it, I saw a few things that piqued my interest. So, we can go to the local town every weekend, but during the week the gates are locked. The fridge comes pre-stocked at first, so that'll save me some cash. Yet, weirdly, there is no rule against being in the opposite dorm. Slightly weird. I put the paper back on the counter and opened the fridge, to see it full of food and drinks. Alright then, I guess it's time to cook dinner.

So, how was the first chapter? I hope that it was satisfactory and I hope that it got people interested in this story, and if it did, then I shall feel fairly accomplished. Anyways, I hope that everyone enjoyed, and I hope that some of you will return for the next chapter, which will most likely be next month, as I update my stories on about a monthly cycle, unless I just really feel like writing my ass off/ get massively inspired. Until next time, goodbye.