A/N: My creative juices aren't as good as the other day, so I'm sorry. Warning for crappy writing and offensive language.


One of the best feelings is waking up after sleeping in for so long. Especially on week days. On week days, you wake up at six am, remember you don't have school that day, and fall right back asleep, returning to your own world.

But for some, sleeping in didn't have the same feeling after waking up. For two certain boys, it meant punishment.

The sun began to rise and shine in one young boy's face. He squinted his eyes and grumbled at the sun, telling it to give him more time. But he opened his eyes anyway and looked up at it with slight joy. At least the sun was going to be out today. He hated it when it rained. When it rained, it looked like there wasn't a single hope in the world. But when the sun was out, he felt he could do almost anything. Almost.

As he smiled at the grinning sun, his bedroom door opened and his younger brother walked in, all dressed and ready for his first day of freshmen year. The older one looked at him.

"Wow, Al. Don't you look sophisticated." He commented, getting out of his bed.

Alphonse smiled slightly and looked down at himself. "I only have one chance to make a good impression on people." He explained and looked at his older brother who was still in his pajamas, brushing his long golden hair.

"And you, Ed, need to get ready before dad sees you."

Edward looked at the younger one and nodded, knowing perfectly well what would happen if his father saw him in this condition. Seeing the nod, Alphonse left his brother to dress in peace.


He didn't have anything good to ware on his first day. Nothing like Al. Then again, Al worked. He had a job which meant money to buy himself good clothes. Ed sighed as he looked inside of his closet. To be truthful, he didn't really have much at all. An old black hoodie sweatshirt with splashes of red, green, blue, and other color paints hung on a wire hanger. Under the sweatshirt was a simple red shirt and folded up black jeans. It was his only other outfit. And with a long, deep, depressing sigh, he took the lone hanger out of the closet and began to put on the clothes. And as he was braiding his hair, the loud, thundering steps of his father roared up the stairs.

"EDWARD!" He screamed and Ed jumped, his thin frame quaking ever so slightly but the sweatshirt was just big enough to hide it.

His father opened the door with such force, Edward was surprised that a great wind didn't push him onto his bed. He stared up at the new intruder who looked at him with disapproving eyes, shaking his head in hatred.

"You look like a bum. A girly bum. A whore."

Ed's golden eyes looked at the floor in defeat. He had been beaten down for so long, self hate had already set in. And since it did, he learned to take what was given to him. Although, that didn't stop him from anger building inside of him.

"And that's just what you are!" His father said and soon, Ed's head turned and his cheek began to sting in pain. But he ignored it. It wasn't the worst his father had done.

"Now get out of here!" And as soon as he was given the okay, Edward grabbed his bag and dashed out of his room, heading for the front door, to safety.

When he had closed it behind him, he smiled up at the sun again and tried to forget all that had just happened. After all, today was his first day of his sophomore year and he wanted to make a good impression, even his clothes were rags.


Teenagers are the most hateful creatures on the face of this Earth. They judge not only your looks, but how you walk, talk, your body language, where you sit, who you sit with, everything. Everything down to what you eat and what soap you use.

Since it was the first day, everyone was wearing their Sunday's best or Friday's worst. And as Ed looked at himself and compared him to others, he would say he was Wednesday's laundry day.

He didn't look as bad as some people but not as good as his brother.

"Are you going to be alright, Alphonse?" Ed asked, turning to his baby brother who, by height, should be the eldest. But Al nodded and smiled at his older brother.

"I will. I'll see you at lunch alright?" Ed nodded.

"See you there!" He said and waved to his brother as he walked off. He sighed slightly and pulled a rumbled paper out of his pocket to see what his first class was. And when he saw it, a simple smile was drawn across his face.

Chemistry; his favorite subject.

And by the looks of it, it wasn't to far from where he was standing.

Stuffing the paper back in his pocket, he walked to his class, looking at all the different outfits. Some girls wore dresses but most wore short shorts and thin strapped tank tops. Ed stared at them in slight disgust. How could they show off their bodies in such a manner? Most boys wore sweatshirts and shorts while others wore jeans and polo tops. But there was one thing in common with all of the people in his school save himself. They all had color in their clothing. And not just splattered on paint, actual dyed color.

But Ed didn't mind at all. He was just grateful to have clothes at all.

This thought came to him as he walked into his chemistry class. As he looked around, he saw girls sitting on their desks, their lips tied in with their boyfriends', boys throwing basketballs around, and everyone else talking as loud as they could.

He took a seat in the far right corner, as close as he could get to the window and as far as he could get from everyone.

As he sat down, the teacher walked in, slamming his books on the table, causing some to look up.

"Alright! That is enough! In your seats and eyes forward now!" He ordered.

Everyone groaned but stopped what they were doing and sat down. Ed mentally sighed and began to wonder why they were taking chemistry in the first place. But his thoughts were broken when the door opened, braking the silence. A black haired boy walked in.

"I'm sorry I'm late. My mom just passed in my transfer papers." The teacher nodded with a slight smile. "It's alright. Have a seat."

Ed stared at the student as he walked closer and closer to him. From what he gathered from his physical appearance, he was about seventeen and in his junior year of high school. When the new kid sat down, Ed stared at him for almost a minute before he realized that he was sitting right next to him. His eyes went wide and he moved his chair closer to the window. The new kid raised an eyebrow at him but shrugged and looked back the whiteboard, listening to the lesson.

Throughout the rest of class, Edward would glance over at the new student for a moment then would stare back outside, silently listening to the teacher.


The walk home was one of the most pleasant and fearful ones of the day. Ed knew that as soon as he got home, he would have loads of dishes to do, bottles to clean up, and dinner to cook. But he stared at the sky, looking for a slight sign that the sun would be there again tomorrow. He smiled as he stared, the sky blue and nearly cloudless. It was the calm before the storm and that's how he liked it.

As he turned the corner, though, he felt a presence behind him. He stopped dead in his tracks and began to fear for his life. Was it his father? As he turned around, he heard the jingling of key chains on a backpack.

The new student was walking behind him, staring at him the same way he had stared at him in class.

"Hey," he said. "You're that kid from Chem class. The one that stared at me."

Ed blushed ever so slightly and looked at the ground. "I'm sorry if you don't like being stared at." He said. The taller one simply smiled and chuckled.

"Don't worry about it. My names Roy. Roy Mustang. What's yours?"

Was this really happening? Was he, Edward Elric, really talking a decent conversion with someone other then his brother? He shudder slightly but looked up at him with a hint of confidence. "Edward. Edward Elric."

Roy smiled softly down at him. "Well it's nice to finally meet you, Ed."

Ed nodded. "Likewise. I need to get home. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Roy nodded. "Tomorrow."


A/N: Umm...review I guess?