A young boy started his trek to his new school. It was a rather gloomy day which promised rain later. He walked with his head down hating how every one seemed to stare at him. Sure he looked like a freak but they didn't need to stare.
He had cargo pants on that looked like he had dragged them through coal. His shirt had a dark and evil looking dragon on it. It wasn't like he cared about the "dress code" his hair was black and spiky with a few red streaked through it. His eyes where the one thing he hated more than any thing in the world. An unnatural red color that he was shunned for his whole life.
His name was Drake his mother told him she always thought of him as a dragon. His name was another reason he was picked on. He looked up to his new school. It stood proud as if it had won a staring contest, or a battle. Drake pushed that thought out of his mind. In this new school at the gate he silently promised himself he would no longer fight. 'time to get my schedule' he thought as he approached the desk. After a brief conversation he was of to his first class. He could tell he was late as he entered but it wasn't like it was his fault. It seemed this was a dull class judging by how board every one looked.
"oh you're the new student aren't you?" the teacher said. Drake silently nodded keeping his eyes covered in his protective vial of hair. The less they saw the better. "class we have a new student please make him feel welcome" every one nodded their greetings "now why don't you introduce your self" "my name is drake" he stated silently "does any one have any questions for drake?" "where are you from?" asked a strange haired midget. I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell them. It's not like it's a secret any way. "from America" I stated. His amathes eyes twinkled in excitement as though I just told him a secret it made me yonder if I did. "you may take a set next to Seto" that statement made a brunette silently fume from anger. I guess that's Seto.
I silently sat next to him. It was yet another boring history class which I tuned out. As I did until lunch. I slowly got my food which I happily munched on I found a empty seat with no one sitting there. Drake started watching the other kids seeing what they where doing. The strange haired kid was with a group of other strange looking kids. A blond who looked like he had a lot of street knowledge at yet was extremely happy. The next was a brunette who seemed easy going. Wow was he tall. The girl was next. Ugh she seemed to reek of perfume. I have sensitive smell, it might even trigger my asthma, what kind did she use any way? I looked at the clock silently. I might as well go and check up on my mom. I admit I am worried about her. I walked down the halls looking for my locker it was number 56. I grabbed my back pack out of my new locker. The one thing you never take from me was my back pack and my games.
I can get pretty moody when some one does and then I start fights. Lots of fights I was known for them at my old school which is why mom decided to move she said it's for a new start but I know she was sad to see me always come home hurt. It got to the point of her fearing for my life she would make sure I had my inhaler and that I tock a first aid kit with me. I slowly started to walk home it was a long way from my home.
