My first day of school was over, and it was pretty good. Dan and Ruby became my new bodyguards, and I was the smart one of the group. As we were walking home, I was explaining to my new friends about how I was found in a box outside of Stanford and Stanley's house.

"So...you're like, an orphan?" Ruby asked.

"Pretty much I guess." I answered.

"And no one even knows where you come from? Doesn't that bug you?" Dan questioned.

I shrugged "I'm fine not knowing. I have an great life, and not to mention the fact that I have you guys!"

"Well that's good to know!" Ruby grinned.

We talked about our interests, what we had in common, and weird random stuff that only a group of friends would start talking about. Even though the distance wasn't very long, it felt like forever. Eventually, we reached Dan's house.

"See you Dan!" we waved goodbye, as he walked into his house. Once he was gone, it was just me and Ruby. There came an awkward silence between us. It's easier having more than two people in a conversation, because for some odd reason, whenever there are just two people, you're often in an awkward situation like this unless if you're really close with that person. And was I...blushing?!

Oh no. Not today. Ruby is your friend. I thought to myself.

"Bill? Are you okay?"

I pulled into focus. "Uh, yes Ruby, I'm fine."

We kept walking on with another awkward silence. It was like this for the rest of the short walk, with me practically shaking with fear. Once we reached my house, me and Ruby said goodbye to each other.

"Well...see you, Bill. I'm sure we could always hang out some time." Ruby waved and walked off.

As she walked away, I couldn't help but grin. Ruby was a pretty cool girl to be friends with.

Yeah, friends...

I went inside, and shouted, "I'm home!" but there was no reply.

"Stanford? Stanley?" I always called them by their actual names because there would be much confusion if I called both of them "Dad," or "Stan."

I turned towards the door nearby. I was forbidden to enter, and for my whole life I had never gone in. But that didn't mean I was never curious of what could be inside.

"Curiosity killed the cat." was the saying that I was told. But I opened the door, and saw some stairs. I was going to find out what was down there, despite my parents' rules.

"It's a good thing I'm not a cat, then."