Pip woke up with a start, the alarm clock on his nightstand shrieking an all too familiar sound. Alarm rose through him and he jumped out of bed, his soft fleece blanket fell to a heap on the floor. He looked over at the time to make sure his eyes were not playing tricks on him. He sighed and smacked himself after realizing he would be late the first day of school. His blue eyes filled with tears as he started to remember all his other first days of school. They all involved Eric Cartman. Pip wiped the tears from his eyes. No, today he would not cry. He would be strong and not let anyone get to him. The blond walked to his bathroom, passing his chalkboard on the way. It had been a parting gift when he came here. As he reached the off-white door of his bathroom, he turned the brass knob. He stepped inside and went over to the sink. He clapped twice and the bathroom's light came on. He smiled to himself. That had also been a gift. The blond haired teen started the faucet and looked at his self in the mirror. Some people told him he looked a bit like a girl. 'Oh please I do not' he said to himself. He grabbed his red toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it. He brushed his teeth quietly humming to himself. When he was done he rinsed out his toothbrush and his mouth. The teen grabbed a comb off the shelf next to the sink. He passed it through his blond tresses and when he was satisfied he left the bathroom, placing the comb on his dresser instead of the shelf. He hummed quietly yet again and walked to his second dresser. He opened the first drawer and got out a pair of lime green boxers. He quickly put them on and continued the process of opening and closing drawers till he was fully dressed. He skipped to his mirror and looked at himself. 'Missing one thing' he thought. The boy reached up and got his signature flat cap from the hook it was residing on. He turned and left his bedroom, walking to his front door. He decided that he was late enough and shouted a quick goodbye to his parents before exiting the door. The school was not that far from his home so he decided a quick jog would get him there fairly quick. He grabbed his bag from behind a bush, a keen place due to the fact no one would look there. It seemed lately his stuff went missing. 'Oh well off to school now' the blond thought as he started to jog toward the school.

As the boy approached the school he jogged a little faster. He decided to run instead, quickly making it to the schools front doors. He checked the main halls clock. 'I'm later than I thought' He mentally sighed. 'Second period already' He walked toward his English class and as he found the room, he took a deep breath. He opened the door and apologized to the teacher for having been late. The teen cast his eyes down and took his familiar seat in the back.

Damien strolled down the hall, well after the bell for second period rang. He had his hands dug deep in his pockets. Even though it was still technically summer, it was frigid. He smirked inwardly and snapped his fingers, a small flame in his palm. He knew the flame would stay controlled, not worried about setting himself on fire. On his way to his locker, he took out a slightly burned paper. Damiens smirk grew to a frown until her read his locker number. 'How fitting.' He thought to himself as he read his locker number: D666. He easily found his way to his locker and smoothly spun the knob, making it abruptly stop at each number with his otherworldly powers and it flew open, slamming into the locker next to his, denting it. He smiled at the damage and decided to decorate a bit. Holding a flame in his palm, he singed the paint on the other lockers next to his, burning them until the metal was red hot and liquefying. Satisfied, he grabbed his books and pencils and started to class.

After situating his supplies into a comfortable arrangement in his arms he flipped open his schedule. He stuck a pencil into his mouth to have a free hand. The room was one right turn from his locker and he opened the locked classroom door with a gaze and strolled in, completely ignoring the teacher's scolds of disapproval. He slid into his seat at the back of the room, and took the pencil out his mouth, scribbling small side pictures onto his textbook.

Pip looked toward his right at as he felt a shiver run down his spine. That could only mean one thing. Damien. The black haired teen was the only person who could send such a feeling in him. He just radiated darkness. The blond ultimately hated darkness and any such evil. The teen quickly looked away from the dark boy and stared at his paper. So far the only thing on the stripped paper was his name and one small doodle. He sighed and leaned forward, looking to the right through his blond hair. A blush managed to arise to his pale cheeks. Even if the other teen was the son of Satan there was no use in pretending Damien was unattractive. He looked away yet again and started to write down some notes with his dark purple pencil.

Why do these thoughts have to happen to me' he thought to himself. He looked to his right for the third time, took a deep breath and said "Hello there Damien."

Damien growled in irritation at the distinctly shrill English accent from his left. He shot a fiery red glare at the culprit. 'Pip' was his school given name. He smirked cruelly when he caught sight of Pip's pencil color, and glanced shamelessly to the blonde boy's face. He rested his elbow on his desk, holding his chin. "Why're you so pink?" Damien asked, rather loudly, as to hopefully bring attention to the timid teen, "Nervous on your first day"?

With a quick snap of his fingers, Pip's paper incinerated to ash in a flash of his distinct red fire, leaving the purple pencil hovering over nothing in Pip's hand. He shook his head, knowing Pip would do nothing, and went back to drawing flames on his paper.

Pip lowered his eyes when Damien looked at him. He sniffed the air and smelt smoke. The blonde looked at the place where the lined paper once was. All that was left was coal colored ash. He dropped the dark purple pencil, hearing it roll off the wooden desk and felt tears form on the sides of his eyes. Sure he was used to being treated like crap by the other teens of South Park but he was hoping that over the years they would change. For goodness sake his only friend was Cristoph! His hands reached up toward his neck and fixed his tie. He sighed softly and pushed the burgundy chair back. The British teen gathered the ashes of the paper and pushed them from the desk onto his glove covered hand, regretting it when he realized they would get stained. Pip walked over to the trash can and dumped the ashes in, excusing himself when the teacher asked why he got up. He walked back to his desk in the back of the classroom and sat. He regretted even saying hello to the teen. He should have known better. He slipped his hat off his head and then used the non-stained gloved hand to comb his hair. He adjusted his vest and his shirt. He really hoped the day would get better.