Alright, I wrote this while I was totally wasted of tiredness. Just so you know. I was at a party (and I am THE OPPOSITE of a party-type), where everyone was dancing like maniacs and trying to score each other, but ended up talking with a nearly sane person (he WAS drunk, I have to admit, but he was very clear in the head despite that) right when I was about to go home, and we talked until 3 in the morning. And I can't sleep in the morning, so I woke up at 7 o'clock. But I am very happy for meeting him, cause else I would have gotten home bored and disappointed.

Anyway, it was just to warn you that I might have some... not so... good sentences and such in this chapter, which I dedicate to GatewaysDiary for helping me out with getting the American School System straight. You have helped me out a hell of a lot, so here is my chapter for you!

Reviews:

FlamingIce94: That's good, cause I'm too tired to change the schedules right now. Thanks for the help ^^ I hope you will continue reading, and I hope you will enjoy it! + you got damn it are going to update Back to School! I'll make you if you don't (how I'm going to do so, I have no idea xD)!

ice cold wolf: I hope I'm able to entertain you so that you continue reading. And I hope you begin to write, so that I can read some of your stuff too. Though I hope you will do something more original than High School Fics, cause must of them is too obvious for it to be good. It's a genre filled up with clichés and bad writing (why the hell am I doing a High School Fic then? I don't know...).

beybladekai123: That's good, with the schedules. I'm trying to keep it realistic, as I think I said last chapter. And as I said, I am probably going to be slow with the story, as I like my story 'Bound to Change' a lot more. Hope you don't mind ^^

empire14: Thanks for saying that, and I hope you won't mind my slow updating with this one. But I can only promise you one... or two things. 1, I'm not torturing anyone in this fic. It's about other thing than abusing parents and Voltaire taking over the world, even though I normally REALLY enjoy hurting my characters ^^ And 2, I have no plans of killing of the mains right now. I can change my plans, but right now, I'm not going to kill any of the four.

racerabbit: First of all, I really like your name xD Second, I will continue writing, but you might have to wait for a long time if you want to read. Of course, I hope you will continue, but damn, how haven't I ended up stopping reading many because of slowness or that the progress of the story seemed idiotic!

GatewaysDiary: You are probably busy (or just lazy? xD), but I don't mind xD I wasn't sure if you were going to read this, even if you are helping me out so much, so I'm just happy you are reading. I personally feel very, VERY sorry for Kai, and you will too, if you understand how they are. And I'm working on the grammar, so I guess it's just... going very well. And here is your chapter! THANKS!

*Quote* "There's nothing like a trail of blood... to find your way back home." *Quote* - Nikki Sixx, Sixx A.M, Mötley Crüe and what else he ever did.

First Day

-*-Kai-*-

School is about to begin, and I am killing my 'parents'. Not that it surprises me, I always am when we talk over the breakfast. Or, they talk over their breakfast. I don't care about those two idiots. I owe them nothing and will give them everything I can. Of the not so good stuff. And I have for the last seven years, but they are too idiot to understand, which annoys me. If they had realized, I might just have been back to my own country. Where I want to be.

I sit, crossarmed and with closed eyes, but they do not care. They just continue talking, as if I was talking with them. That is probably the thing I hate about them the most. Their way of thinking they know me and my answers. The way they think they don't have to hear my opinion, because they think I am to stupid to have one. Just because they are too stupid to have opinions about anything.

"We have to have a holiday in Hollowood! Aren't that right, Kai-honey? I have a lot of friends there, and I haven't seen them for sooo long!" That's Keshia Kemp, my 'mom'. She's even dumber than my 'dad'. I hate calling them that. 'Parents'. Not that I have had any good parents ever. There was a reason why I was placed in an orphanage. But to call those to anything that might be in their liking is worth not saying.

"But Kai doesn't like Hollywood, you know that!" I have never said that. But that is how I am 'in' the conversation. "Besides, we have lost a lot of money. We might have to choose between the Hollywood and my new car, and Kai thinks we should have a new car." Once again, never said that. I'm glad this is the only time in a day I'm with them. Oh, and that was my 'dad'. Edd Kemp.

But I know where their missing money are. Though they are still sickly rich because Keshia is getting more and more attention by the press for her 'beautiful' body and her ability to say things that is even stupider than the average blonde. Her hate against 'niggers', for example, is common knowledge. But I just have to continue until they realize where their freaking stupid money are.

They continue to talk about their stupid holiday-car-fight, and I am probably the most used word in their arguments. That shows both how much they know about me and where their IQ is. No person uses the argument 'my son doesn't like' when they try to win a fight. Unless they are in this house and actually have a son... Which I'm nearly certain I don't have

"I need a car," I say, as the first word for days inside these walls. I do need one, actually, since I never skip a day of school or get late to classes, not even when I get sick. My only contribute in class, besides staring out of the window and draw my drawings. Or writing.

My new high school is in Queens, and we live in Manhattan. The reason? It annoys my parents that I go to school so long away I have to take the bus or drive. And if I went to a school in Manhattan, I risk meet people I know, who might find out what I am doing out of school and tell it to Keshia and Edd. At least I have a chance to keep it secret if the people in the school doesn't know who my parents are, and since the two of them were stupid enough to lay where I was going to school in my own hands, I am going to use it.

"No you don't," Keshia says as if it is her, who decides that. But Edd smiles.

"Yes he do, right, son?" he says. And I'm annoyed again. Wasn't that what I just said? "You have a long way to school now. So you need a car."

"He could have chosen any school here in Manhattan, and yet he chooses Bayside High. It's his own fault, he could have chosen a school nearby. Then he wouldn't need a car," my 'mom' argues, and Edd argues with her. I open my eyes for a moment and look up at the clock. Soon I won't get to my new school in time, and though I don't think about it like that, I know my 'parents' will say it's a bad first impression. Like double-colored hair and crimson eyes haven't already ruined that. "Why the hell did we let him get to that school anyway?"

"Because there aren't too many niggers. It's mostly Asian and white people," Edd answered, and Keshia nodded as if it made sense. Until she realized she still was mad about the car-thing and she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "He would get a car even if he didn't go to school. Why shouldn't he get it just because he actually have something to use it for?" Edd argues, and still, I look at the clock.

It's too late to take the bus and get there in time. That means I have to steal my parents car. Sure, I have neither keys nor license, but what I do have is six years of experience with breaking in to and driving cars.

"If you want to give him a car, then give it to him at his birthday," Keshia says. She sounds like she is getting angry, and if she is, then I am not going to think about what they will be doing while I am in school. Edd stands up, suddenly angry.

"Thanks, Keshia! You just ruined my birthday present for him!" the man says, and I sigh. No, technically you are the one to ruin it, my dear Edd.

"Have you already bought? I thought we were going to give him a..." She stops, thinking. If that's even possible. I doubt it. And I doubt it a lot.

But I'm running late. "If it is already bought, and the present is already ruined, why don't you just give me the keys so I'm not late for school?" I ask, and my 'dad' smiles that smile you give a sweet, little two-year-old. It gives me nausea, really. I don't like that he smiles at me like that. Especially not when I am cleverer than him. "I'm going to drive it," I add when I realize what he is thinking.

"Of course, but I'm going to be in the car with you. You don't have a license yet, so I'm just going to guide you through it, okay?" I will never have you to sit in my car, Edd. No matter what you are going to claim about it. I drive better than you, anyway.

I rise up from the chair, but then, Keshia realize that I haven't even touched the food. I never do, but sometimes, and that means most, she doesn't even realize my lack of appetite in the morning. Now she looks at me as if I'm a stupid, little three-year-old. They couldn't be worse idiots. "Kai-honey, you have to eat or you won't get anything good out of the day. Remember, you won't get big and strong if you never eat!" I just glare at her before I turn around and begins to lead Edd out to the garage, where I normally never come, so it is probably there the car is. Keshia and Edd are the only persons my glare doesn't effect, since they are to stupid to realize it means 'I hate you' and choose to see it as a sign of my enormous love for them.

"Here is the keys," Edd says and give them to me before he turn to walk over and open the garage. I just watch him in silence a moment, before I turn to the car and open the door. It's a black car, and seems to be a Porsche, but to me, cars are cars. Then I go inside and start it, and as soon as Edd has opened the garage, I wheelspin out to the street without him. I'm pissed off by this day, this morning, but I make sure no one is able to see it on my face. At least, I'm not getting late for school.

-*-Max-*-

I don't think I have ever been so nervous all my life. I'm about to go out of the door with my mom by my side, on my way to a new school. It's the first time I begin in a school without knowing anyone! I'm good at making friends, but here in New York, I don't have any kind of back-up.

Mom's a teacher in my school, in both Math and Gym. I don't know what I should think about it, but I have come to the decision that it is a good thing.

As we enter her car, that uncomfortable silence makes a wall between us. That's how I used the last part of my summer vacation, when we stopped going out to things I already had seen when I was younger. Simply because there was nothing else to do.

I look out the window when we begin to drive, every now and then shooting a polite smile to my mom. We have so much to follow up on, and so much to learn about each other. I might as well have met a stranger, and yet, it's different. Cause a stranger you aren't supposed to be comfortable with, while a mom should be a source to security and happiness.

"It's going to be great, Max," she assures me, and I just smile and nod, trying to figure out an answer to give her. It's incredibly hard, but I manage before it seems unnatural to continue the topic.

"Of course it is, mom," I say, and realize just now that it is true. It's not the bad, I'm just getting new friends in a new school. I have tried that before, and so what if there aren't any of my normal friends here? I can get new ones, it's not like I'm not fitting in. I can fit in anywhere! "I'm going to get many new friends and we're going to have a good time." This is just an old, bad cliché. And it brings more silence in it's tracks, which is my fault. Damn it. Why can't we just be easy and happy and talking?

I'm nearly able to see my new school now. I look at my mom, until she suddenly stomps on the break with a gasp. I look up again and my eyes widens too when I see the reason for her surprise. A black car has swung out right in front of us from out of nowhere, not caring about nearly driving right in to us. It looks expensive, but I don't really know anything about cars. It is driving away from us, driving off a little too fast before turning the corner we are supposed to turn too.

"Idiot," my mom growls, but neither of us had seen what the idiot looked like. The windows in the car are toned so I looked black. "What kind of driving is that? What do he think he is doing?" Slowly, she starts the car again, her hands shaking from the shock.

"It could be 'she'," I says, also shivering. I think we have just been very close to be in a car-accident, and since the other looks expensive, we are probably the ones it would have affected most. Like, our car crumbles up and we get killed.

We turn the corner and I look into the parking lot in the school. There is the black Porsche, but the owner is impossible to recognize in the crowd of students beginning to school or getting back from the vacation. But at least I know now that there is at least one rich jerk in his new school.

"Bye, mom," I say as I get out of the car in front of school, and then, I begin to try to mix with the people that was there. I smile to everyone, but that is what I normally do. And I get smiles back, of course. From everyone, except for...

Wow...

That might be the weirdest and scariest person I have ever seen. I stand two meters from him with a small smile, but when he sees it, he just stare into my eyes with something that feels like ripping my insides out. Who the hell has crimson eyes? But when I continue to smile, he seems to make the glare even more intense, and I feel myself shrink and I turn to flee. Yeah, so totally the scariest and weirdest person I have ever seen. Do he have contacts? Do he color his hair? What the fuck?

I know, it's wrong to judge people like that. But he scares me to death. I turn around and walk towards the school, and it take a little time before I manages to smile. And since my friends says I always smile, I think I might be more scared than I thought. Right around the school, I hear someone laugh, and I look around to find the source. A boy with a red and blue cap and blue-ish, dark hair.

He seems like a cheery kid, and though he stands with a bunch of friends, he might just be one of my chances to get a friends fast. Why him? Because he looks like a freshman. And because of his laugh. I like his laugh. It's so easy, so free, and it means he is very cheery. Very like myself.

"Hi!" I tell him with a smile right before I reach them. One of the others have big glasses and one of the others look like some kind of a basket-lover. And one is kind of fat. Ugh. I'm judging on appearance only again. Damn me, hehe. "I'm Max!"

They turn around, all a little bemused. They all have Asian origins, but that is the majority of the people here in the school, I think. I wave at them, hiding my nervousness behind the normal smile. Never look nervous when you meet new people, just look happy. That's what works best.

"Hi?" the kid with the cap and the laugh said, smiling too when he saw my smile. "I'm Tyson, this is Kenny, but just say the Chief, and this is Billy and the tall is Andrew!" Oh, he's a talkative person. That's just good. And I'm now standing as a part of their circle. "What school were you on before?"

"I just moved here. I lived in New Jersey with my dad, but now I'm staying here with my mom. I went to Marlboro Middle School," I tell them. I might not have been supposed to tell them everything, but at least, now they know I'm totally alone and risking loneliness since I haven't been here long enough to make close friends. The cap boy, Tyson, slings his arm around my shoulder. He seems most comfortable with strangers, and I can't help laughing when he clings himself to me in.

"We all went to Adrian Block School," the Chief tells, and I nod, having no idea where the hell it is. This is obvious for them all, and we laughs together before sharing schedules. I have my first class, Spanish, and Biology, right before lunch, with Tyson, and me and the Chief are together in World History, my third class, and Algebra, the eighth class. Andrew and Billy is together with me in Language Arts, so there, I'm not going to be alone, either. Then it's just Music and Gym where I need companions.

The bell suddenly rings, making me and Tyson jump in sync, which nearly throws us to the floor in laughter. Or, Tyson is on his way to the floor, and since his arm is still around my shoulder, I'm very close to falling over with him. And this, we end up doing, not realizing that people stare at us before I force my eyes open again, a goofy grin still planted on my face.

People doesn't know if they should smile or find us weird, and while they are confused, I just wink at them before getting up and trying to pull Tyson up with me. Hehe. He's a fun guy, and that means Spanish and Biology is going to be a very funny class. And we have Spanish now.

I think I found myself a very good friend at my first day.

-*-Tyson-*-

Lunch, lunch, lunch.

God I'm hungry. Are we really supposed to wait four classes for lunch? Are they insane? If yes, then it's scary. I'm so close to DIE in lack of food! Hiro says it's stupid to eat big meals instead of many smaller meals, but if they are doing as they do now, how am I supposed not to stuff myself with food?

Sure, I sit beside Max. He's a cool guy, but he is actually trying to do some work, so how the hell am I supposed to talk to him and think about other things than hunger when he is trying to work? I can't work on an empty stomach, and I can't think of anything else than food when I'm hungry!

The blond looks up at me and smiles, and I smile back. Yeah, we are going to be great friends, he's really fun to be with! And he helped me stop thinking about... Oh damn, now I think about food again!

I turn my eyes up towards the clock over the blackboard that I now realize is filled with words. What is the lesson about? Photosynthesis... I remember that! We had about that in middle school! It's the thing with the plants making... Oxygen and sugar. Oh, I actually remembered it? Cool. But I don't remember the equation, damn it...

HA, I stopped thinking about...! Damn it, not again!

I look the blackboard over again. It surprises me I even remember the photosynthesis, even if I don't remember that damn equation. It helped me stop thinking about my poor, pained stomach before, so why not now? I slowly read the words. Do we have about forests and such? Yeah we do. Weird. What am I supposed to use a forest to? I'm perfectly comfortable here in New York.

I look around in class. Some writing notes and contributing. The girl beside me with long, blond hair and brown eyes sits with her hand up and asks a question. Behind her, an Asian-looking boy with black hair is scribbling down things, but I realize that it is a note to his friend beside him. By the wall, a girl with short, hairdresser-colored red hair looks around the class with lazy eyes before looking up at the blackboard again, leaning her back against the wall and the legs stretched out under the chair of the person beside her. In the far back, the guy with two colors of blue hair sits all by himself, looking out the window while he is either writing or drawing on a paper. No one sits beside him, since he glared them all off before class, but the closest beside him, two girls with red blond and brown hair whispers to each other. An Afro-American boy actually looks like he is concentrating, though he is supporting his head on his -

"Tyson!" I jump and turn around. The teacher glares at me, but since I received the blue-haired guy's stare in the beginning of class, I'm not impressed. "At least look like you are concentrating." Miss Carter is one of the younger teachers I have met, and I think she's okay in the end. I open my mouth to protest – half of freaking class isn't concentrating either – but her words comes before I get to say anything. "Markus, Kang, no notes." The two boys that passed notes before look up, just as surprised as I was. Hehe, serves them right. "Eboney, Melloney, if you are talking, why don't you share?" The two girls quiet down, flinching. "Claire!" The red-haired girl looked up. "Sit properly on the chair!" The girl nodded slowly and took her legs in under the table, like the rest of the class.

Then, miss Carter turns her head and looks at the blue-haired. "Kai." I and the rest of the class turn around and look at the one she was speaking to. So his name is Kai? But he doesn't react, just continue his stare out the window while his hand with the pencil is moving over the paper. "Kai." The teacher speaks louder, and Kai slowly moves his head and raises his eyebrow. "So, wouldn't you mind telling what you are writing?"

"It's Russian, so you don't understand," he answers with a bored look on his face before he looks out the window again and continues writing. Jerk. Miss Carter stands a moment, not knowing what she is supposed to do.

Man, now I feel my hunger again! Ugh, damn it, it is hours since I ate last! I look back to the jerk again, but he simply looks out the window. Beside him, I'm now able to see some papers beside him, but I can't see what it is from my position sitting down. I turn to Carter again, but she is still thinking of what she is supposed to do.

THERE!

The bell rings. Lunch, mhhm mhm. I jump up from the seat, and I'm going to be the first out of the door... except... the blue-haired is going out the door. He sits in the other end of the classroom, for Christ's sake, how the hell did he get out the door even before I get up from my seat?

I look back at his seat. He left all his papers and all on the desk. Weird, but I just HAVE to look, so I do. I go a little closer, acting like I don't care, and watch the papers. Drawings. One of a dragon and one of a turtle, and one of a landscape with mountains and plains. He doesn't use colors for his drawings. I take my bag over my shoulder and look at Max. He's slooow, he's not even uuuup from his seat yet!

"Come on, buddy, we have to go now! It's lunch, how can you waste your time?" I say, and he just looks up at me and grins. He gets up, and finally, I get my lunch!

-*-Rei-*-

My new 'parents' are nice. Of course, they aren't parents, but they are family in my time here. And if I'm lucky, that means all four years of high school. Me, a village boy from China, graduating from high school? A year ago I didn't even know what high school was!

The big city is kind of scary, but since I used most of my time Beijing, I'm already nearly used to it. New York and Beijing is very different, but the noise is still a lot of the same stuff.

As far as I have understood, school has been going on in a week, and this Monday is the first day of my school time. I have been in school in the village, or some kind of school-looking thing, but this is my first time trying it. I'm nervous, but even more excited. I have no idea what it's like, but I'm curious. Curiosity killed the cat, but I'm a smarter cat than that. Really.

I can walk from my new home to the school. The ones I'm staying with showed it to me in the weekend, as I came Saturday morning after my first flight ever, so I walk to school. I like walking, but when I lived back in the village. That was also the only thing I was able to do, as we don't have cars, and the amount of people that has a bike is... small. The elders are proud of our old city and want to keep our old way of living. I love that way of living, really! I don't understand how people can sit down and look into the glass-screen of a TV or a computer all day.

The students stand outside, and I walk a little faster. That was a lot of people at my own age, far more than I think I have seen before. Back home, Rai is a year older than I, Mao one year younger, Kiki three years younger and Gao five years older. That's not a problem for us, but here, at least fifty freshmen is exactly my own age, if not even more people.

I look around while I walk closer to the school, and I go nearly unnoticed past the first. Then, people begin to stare, and I know why. I told my new 'parents' that I am not going to change my clothes, because it's some traditional Chinese clothes of my village, but I have taken on the school uniform. But I have very long hair, and then, they begin to stare, and I can see how their eyes go up my ponytail and end by my cat-like face and my bandana, studying it with curiosity and surprise. I try a weak smile and receive some back, and many girls blush. I'm used to that. Females also blushed on the streets in Beijing every time I smiled at them. I have a thing with girls, apparently, though I'm not interested.

A boy with blond hair nearly jumps me, taking an arm around my shoulder, and I'm inches from scratching his eyes out in surprise. Yes, I am that much of a cat. But, geez, I'm not used to this laid-back way of being around people. My 'parents' told me I shouldn't bow so much, unlike what I have learned in my village, and I have used the rest of the weekend trying not to give in to the urge to do it. I haven't done it for a long time now, but that doesn't make him supposed to touch me...

"Hey!" the blond says, the smile on his face so wide I fear it is going to crack. "My name is Max. Even though I don't know the whole school yet, I am quite sure I would have seen you before if it was. You are a freshman, aren't you? How come you transfer high school so early in the year? Or are you not from America? You look very foreign!"

Oh, god, he talks a lot. I smile as good as I can and slip out of his grip. "I'm... an exchange student." I talk slowly to make sure my words are said correctly. I'm good at speaking English, but, you know, I have to be sure they understand me. "I'm from a small village in China."

"Okay. I'll show you where the office are. It's there you are going, right? Come with me." I follow him, and even if his carefree touching and laughing made me uncomfortable in the beginning, he shows to be a very nice person. As soon as I'm used to him, I will probably end up liking him. It's a totally different culture here.

He helps me to the office, and follows me when a teacher comes to show me where my locker is while he tells me what he have learned about the school in the week he has been here, what he thinks about school, what he knows about China (and he knows things I myself wasn't even aware of), about how he lived in New Jersey, that he is going to show me Central Park and the Statue of Liberty and all the other thing in New York. I contribute as good as I can, understands everything but doesn't say much. Or, doesn't get the chance to say much.

He shows me his friends, a group of Japanese people all of them. Though, only one of them is born in Japan. He's called Tyson, and moved to America three years ago. They talk, or, they ask me a lot of the 'hey-we-just-met-should-we-try-to-smalltalk-what-do-you-do-in-your-spare-time'-questions that strangers exchange in attempt to get to learn each other. Or, is it get to know each other? Damn English language... Anyway, I answer and give them some questions, but talks too slow to defend from their bombardment of questions. It's only a little uncomfortable, and I begin to get a fondness for them all.

The bell rings, and to me, that is a whole new experience. Tyson and Max come with me to make sure I find the right classroom – and because they have class together and Max was insisting that I shouldn't get lost. Tyson didn't seem to mind. As soon as I am used to them, I know I'm going to love being around them.

We get to the class. Algebra, it's called, and I honestly have no idea what that is. But it is under my pride to ask them, so I have to find it out on my own. And I'm getting late for class, which means they are even... laterer? I don't think it's a word, but I no one is reading my mind anyway.

We stop right in the door and they both smile to me. All seats seem to be taken, except...

"Shit." I didn't think Max was able to sound serious. I haven't known him for long, but I still thought he was some always smiling creature. Now, I watch his smile crumble as he looks into my classroom, and I send him a questioning look. "Kai is in your class. He is very... silent and has kind of... a... look." That didn't sound too bad.

"I have a look too," I say, knowing Max meant that he didn't look like the most. But Tyson shakes his head.

And he shakes it wildly. "No, you look most like... like a kitty. Kai is a demon. He had crimson eyes and everything! And his glare is a promise of death, I mean, seriously! I have never seen anyone who hate so much! Or, at least, that is what I think he is doing... Hating, you know..." I have already realized Tyson has some of a imagination, but since the cheery blond looks like he just saw someone get run down by a car, there might be something truth in it.

I take a step into the class, and everyone turn to look at me. Or at least, it looks like that. The only one I can see doesn't turn to look at me is the one that has the empty seat I have to take. He just looks out the window, drawing something. I turn to my two new friends. "That Kai?" I ask, feeling kind of stupid. I missed a word in the sentence. That Kai? Yeah, that Kai it is! Ugh. But they just nod. "I'll survive. See you at lunch." Promises I'm quite sure to keep. What can that Kai do to me?

I walk over, aware that the two is still watching me until the bell rings once again. I flinch at the sound and set my books on the table, which causes 'the demon' to look at me. And I doubt if I'm able to keep my promise. There is truly murder in those eyes, eyes cold and crimson. I have never felt a glare so intense, nor have I ever seen a face so plain of emotion while feeling I can find those emotion and take them away from him. I hold his glare until he seems to get bored and turns his head away from me. I look down and see the drawing he is making. It's a tiger... Very like the one my village praise... Scary coincidence.

I look up when someone calls my name, and I look into the eyes of a blond woman. My teacher, Mrs. Something-I-Don't-Remember. Tate or sommething like that... I just smile before sitting down, and on my other side, Kai has turned to the window again, his hand still drawing, even though he doesn't look at the paper.

Throughout the lesson, I find out three things. 1: Algebra is math in a form I absolutely don't understand. 2: Kai is looking down on his drawings now and then to find out where his pencil is on the drawing, so he is actually a little human. Just a little. And 3: First class of every day of the week is going to be my death.

That was the chapter I dedicate to GatewaysDiary. Normally, the chapters will be shorter, as Max, Tyson and Rei is going to be together a lot. And also, this story is purely made in first person, with shifting views from every person.

And that Kai doesn't fit in is total cliché, but it would be very OOC to make him popular and loved. So yeah, I KNOW I made a cliché, but I'll try to let it be my only one xD

And know we are talking about clichés, I just want to say – cutting is no cliché. The day cutting is a cliché is the day the world goes insane. I'm not sure if I'm going to use cutting, but I just want to point it out. Cutting is a very bad and emotional thing, and since I'm a former cutter, I'm going to get angry if anyone tries to prove me wrong. The day inflicting damage on yourself is a cliché in anything, even high school fics, then I stop trusting the world. And for all of those who did not know, since I didn't know before I began cutting, you cut with everything from knives and scissors to needles and teeth. As an example, the last time I did it, I used a nail clipper, not a nail scissor, but a clipper, one of these - www DOT manicure-1 DOT com/Nail-Clipper DOT JPG - Replace DOT with... well, small dot.

Oh, I made a cameo appearance in this chapter. It is in Tyson's class-room-part, and everyone that is from my real life has a new name. If I should be one of those that is mentioned, I, too, have a new name, ok? ^^ If you want to guess who I am in a review, I will take it as you are actually paying attention on what I'm writing and not just skipping the boring parts (which is the A/N-stuff).

Enjoy in joy, please ^^

PS: What is Kai writing? He's certainly drawing, but what is he writing? Russian. Sure, yeah, Russian, but what does it say? Huh?