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Walking up to his classroom, or at least, what appeared to be his classroom, he muttered a quick prayer under his breath and opened the door. As the white-haired teen walked into the room, all eyes in the room turned to him. The classroom had already been quiet; the students were just waking up. Allen wanted no more than to run away. Before he could even think of it, the teacher called out to him.

"Who are you?"

"I'm a new student…"

"Alright then. Take a seat and come over there in a bit to help you out. What's your name?"

"It's A-Allen."

"Just Allen?"

"No sir, it's Allen Walker."

"Okay, Allen Walker, sit down."

Allen went over to the only empty seat in the classroom. His face was red; teachers always tried getting him to talk and he always ended up sounding stupid. Allen had heard some of his classmates snickering at him. Blocking out everything, Allen focused on the whiteboard in front of them. His seat was somewhat close to the front but he still had trouble figuring out the marks on the board. He wasn't blind, just not very good at math.

"You know, if you keep staring at the board so intensely your brain's gonna explode."

Allen turned around to the girl next to him. She seemed a bit odd but fairly pretty. Her hair was short and her clothing was pretty colorful and girly. Allen looked at his dull clothing; the only thing that seemed to stand out about his clothing was the fact that it covered him well… maybe too well. Allen decided he might as well try to be nice to this girl. Who else would try to talk to him? Probably no one.

"How do you do any of this?" Allen groaned, letting his personality show for a bit.

The girl giggled at him. "Didn't they teach you this at your old school? As long as you've been paying attention this should be easy. My name's Road by the way."

Road smiled at him. Now that he saw her a bit more closely, Road looked familiar but he couldn't figure out how.

"What if I told you, I haven't been to school in a while and don't understand any of this?"

"Then I'd say you're in big trouble."

Allen slammed his head on his desk; he was ready to give up on life. He did attend a school before this. The only problem was, he ditched often and ditched math almost every day. Allen realized that was probably not the best idea.

"Road, can you help me? Please."

The rest of the period was spent catching up on some formulas and theorems. There was not nearly enough time to cover anything but at least Allen was not completely lost anymore. By the time class was over, Allen and Road had become friends.

"What's your next class?"

"Hm… I think it's history." Allen replied after checking his schedule.

"How are you taking history?"

"I don't know. Am I not supposed to?"

"It's just that, most freshmen don't take history. It's mostly full of juniors."

Allen paled. He did not want to be in a class full of older people. Road saw this and gave him a pat on the back. They said their goodbyes and Road told him what direction his history class was. He had five minutes to reach his class which was conveniently down the hall.

Cross had picked some higher level classes for him. Of course he wouldn't tell Allen why. Everything was always a mystery. All he knew was that cross and his history teacher knew each other. This teacher was either just as bad as cross, or would take pity on him, hopefully the latter.

Finally being early for once, Allen opened the door to his next class. To his relief, there was no one in there yet except the teacher who was surprisingly short.

"Sit down, Allen walker. Cross has told me about you. Hopefully, you haven't picked up any of his traits while staying with him."

"No. Not at all. The last thing I want is to be like him."

"Good. Mind you, Cross is a brilliant man and I hope you're somewhat bright as well. I let you in this class as a favor to him. I expect you do well enough to deserve it."

"Yes Mister…"

"Bookman."

The bell rang and more students started to come in. Mr. Bookman gave him a look that said they'd have to continue their discussion later. Whatever their discussion was. Something told him this period would be interesting.