I feel so bad for Richard. Oh, and FYI, I have a lot of homework due to freaking finals, so I may or may not post tomorrow. Just a heads up. And this chapter will be heavily dialogued. But anyway, enjoy!

The child shifted nervously, trying to avoid the other kids stares. It was the first day of school, and Richard was now enrolled in this school. He honestly wanted to learn, he just didn't want to interact with anyone. He was much more comfortable around creatures than he was humans.

" Everyone, this is Richard. "

The teacher, Mr. Neil, said cheerfully. It was strange, but this man seemed to be happy he was in his class. Maybe he had an "in" with his father?

" Richard, please take your seat. "

" ok... "

He rushed over to his desk, sitting down with a slight huff. He brought out a history book, turning it to the right page.

(AN: I don't wish to explain a history class. Nothing happens. XD)

Lunch had finally rolled around, and the psychic couldn't help the smile that clung to his face. He loved his previous class: English. They were reading a book right now, "Dead until dark" and it was a book about a young, blond human girl named Sookie Stackhouse, who could hear other peoples thoughts. He thought the name was a little peculiar, but who was he to judge?

Looking around, he was less than pleased to find the cafeteria was packed. He'd have to sit by someone. Walking over to the closest table, he carefully placed his tray down, sitting between two people. The entire table looked at him as if he he were crazy, causing him to grin nervously.

" ugh, is he serious? "

The girl across from table huffed. Soon everyone left. Richard sighed in obvious irritation before stabbing his salad with a fork. He didn't care that they left, he just cared that they acted like such pricks. Seriously, how low could they get?

" Hey buddy. "

The boy jumped and looked up, finding an older looking boy in front of him, who looked genuinely curious.

" You new here? "

" Uh, yeah. I'm Richard. "

" I'm Brice. I'm head of the student newspaper, and I was wondering if I could do a quick interview. You know, because you're new. "

Richad shifted nervously in his chair, honestly not sure what he wanted to do. This boy seemed genuine enough, but Richard had always hated being interviewed. And would there be a down side? Maybe it could be a benefit. Maybe people would like hanging out with him more if they knew him better.

" S-sure. "

Brice sat down across from him, smiling brightly.

" Ok, let's start with something easy. What's your favorite color? "

" Midnight blue. "

" Nice. Favorite animal? "

" Polar bear cub. "

" Vampires or- "

" Vampires. "

Brice looked at him as if he'd just said the funniest thing in the world.

" ... Ok, vampires then. Favorite song? "

" Circus for a psycho by Skillet. "

" Really?... Ok then. Warm weather or cold? "

" Cold. "

" You're a strange one, aren't you? Are you allergic to anything? "

" Peanuts. "

" Favorite show? "

" Happy tree friends. "

Even though Fatch hated all humans, he had to admit, this one was pretty cool. He was the only human he knew that liked a gory show like happy tree friends. A soft smile crossed his face.

" ... Ew. Ok, uh, do you prefer a mom or- "

" Mom. No contest. "

" Harsh. Um, night person or morning person? "

" Um... night. "

" Are you a punk, emo, goth, or something?

" Um... punk? "

" Wow. Cool. Um... any siblings? "

" No. Only child. "

" Rich? "

" Yeah. "

" Cool. Final questions, any unique abilities? "

" Eh... no. "

Technically his psychokinesis would count, but he barely knew this guy. He could just up and say he was a psychic. He would be looked upon as a freak.

" Cool. Thank you for your time. "

It was the next day now, and Richard was in a bit of a cheery mood. He was hoping the interview would bring him some new friends. After all, attempting to be nice to his own kind was worth a shot.

He passed though the hall, he couldn't help but notice the stares he was getting, even catching a few people giggling. He couldn't help but feel a little afraid. Why were they all looking at him like that? He hadn't done anything yet...

Walking up to the pile of school newspapers, he began to wonder how that interview article turned out. He quickly scooped up a paper and began reading the article.

" Snobby rich kid Richard Griffin is a dark, gothic child with no personality. He loves everything inhuman, and is probably a momma's boy. "

The humans mouth hung open, unable to believe what he just read. Who the hell did that boy think he was?!

Despite the fact his brain was strong, he was currently unable to think. He almost felt his eyes turning green as his psychic abilities were taking hold of his mind. He turned and ran out of the room, tears threatening to fall down his face.

I am so mean... :( Bonsoir.