My brother was dead. I must have been in denial and made myself completely forget that it happened at all. This was all that i was thinking about on my walk to my new school. It wasn't that far, so it wasn't hard to remember where to walk to. This was a bad way to start the semester, but all i have to do is try not to think about him again, just like last time. I won't let anything stop my only chance to be somebody in this world! Of course, that was easier thought than done. Bitterness stained my emotions ever since i re-learned of his death. Remembering that i didn't know what class was first, i pulled out a schedule i had received in prior of coming here. Math wasn't my favorite, but all i cared about was making real friends with my fresh new start.

I approached the school as it got bigger with each step i took. Leaving earlier was the best idea because i didn't want to walk into class late and have everyone stare me down and question me. I walked into the school building early with a couple other students who looked like they would be famous models. Suddenly i wondered if i was even going to the right school. Looking down the halls, there was still a lot of students here even though it was pretty early. Sighing, i looked around for my classroom that i was assigned to. It took me awhile, but i found it on the last floor of the building, pretty isolated and dark. The lights must have been having problems, but i hardly could care. Standing in front of the classroom door, i took a big gulp and opened the door. Instantly, a couple pairs of eyes went into my direction as the door opened with a swinging sound effect. I felt myself sweating, but i don't think anybody even noticed, at least i hope they didn't. The teacher didn't seem to be there, so i took a seat near the window, since it helped pass time to stare out and think about things. A bulky kid with very short hair and a strange plaid shirt approached me soon after i took my seat. "Hey, new kid. Seats taken, find a new one," he said, without a hint of sincerity in his tone. I barely muttered out a "O-oh.. i-i'm sorry." Embarrassed, i got up and took the seat behind me instead. A sneer marked the fat boys face. "That one is taken too." Jolts of anxiety buzzed through my entire body. This wasn't how my first day was supposed to be! I stood up, nervous and angry and moved two seats down instead. "Hey, new kid," the fat bastard said to me, "I wouldn't sit there if I were you." Standing up faster than before, I walked straight out of the classroom. As the door shut behind me, I heard him snickering. I walked the halls and even ended up waiting in the bathroom. My plan was to wait to wait till class started a bit so I know which seats were not taken. My plan was almost flawless! Minutes upon minutes passed until I decided it was time to return. Opening the door, the teacher was present and more students arrived. But there was barely more than there was earlier. In fact, every seat the fatso said was taken was empty. In the corner of my eye, I saw him staring at me with a sinister grin.