Hello! Thank you for all of your replies! It has encouraged me to write more and more! Here's your second chapter!

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"Man, do I have to go, mom?"

"Yes! For the last time." Lee adjusted his collar, uncomfortably. 'Why me?' he thought to himself, looking up at the sky. His backpack sat hard on his back and his hair swerving back and forth in front of his eyes and he stumbled to the car. "Lee, stop being so stubborn!"

"You're not going to hell!"

"Watch what you say, Lee." Jiro said climbing into the front seat. "Can I at least take my bike?" Jiro opened his mouth to Mitsko, but she answered before hand, "if I check school attendance… Will you be there?"

"Yes!" Lee said, hopingly. Jiro looked at Mitsko and she looked at him, while he slowly retreated out of the car. "Yes! Thanks mom, dad!" He took off high-speed to the back of the house to where his motorcycle was parked.

It was colored like someone had set it on fire, while the background of it was bright blue. His hubcaps were colored a silverish goldish blue.

He threw his backpack on his backseat and swung his leg over the side. His heel pushed up the standbar and he started the engine, looking on the ground and reached for his helmet and leather jacket. He looked ahead of him at his uncle that was being shouted at by his mom. He laughed to himself and slid on his helmet and unbuckled his chinstrap. "See you mom!"

"Be careful, Lee!" She shouted, covering her mouth with her hand, while watching him take off into the woods. "Are you sure the path in the forest is safe? I mean, he hasn't ever-"

"Mitsko…" Jiro said, coming up behind her and leaning against the wall next to Misado, "he'll be fine. He's a big boy now, he can take care of himself." Mitsko looked after Lee again. "I hope so…"

The branches barley missed Lee's helmet as he zoomed down a hardly used path to his school. 'Why private school? What did I ever do to deserve this?' He looked doubtfully at a very low branch and swerved right, luckily, landing into the school's teacher's parking lot. He twisted pass a couple cars coming in his direction, happening to be the wrong way. Many people honked as he zoomed through the gate into the student's parking lot. He swung into a parking spot, close to the front, and met eyes with many astonished faces.

He swung his leg over and took off his helmet. A couple girls giggled and he gagged silently to himself, brushing his, black, bangs from his face, revealing his violet eyes, again, gagging as many more girls giggled. "Lee… How's it goin'?" A boy came up, and patted him hard on the back along with a wide grin. "What's up, Leteo?"

Leteo was Lee's best friend. He had short, spiked, navy blue hair, and light brown eyes. He loved to play football, soccer, any kind of sport that involved some danger, so he was in a top shape, like Lee, and is 16-years-old. He lived about fifteen acres in front of his house. Since Lee was homeschooled, he didn't see many people, but Leteo spent as much time Lee had with him. Leteo was one of those, 'if I don't feel like it, I won't do it' sort of people. So, he usually ditched his classes to spend some time with him.

Leteo pulled Lee by the arm and took his helmet and put it under his arm, pulling him past the group of people and into the building. "Don't worry about anything, Lee. You have all of my classes, which you won't always see me in, but hey! At least you know somebody!" Lee smiled and looked around himself. Many of the girls once looking at him looked away with a small smile. He rolled his eyes and continued to walk along side Leteo.

They entered their first class, Math, and sat in the front seats, next to eachother. Leteo gave Lee a notebook, which he had brought for him, and labeled it 'Math'. Lee yawned and laid back in his chair right when the bell rang. About 15 seconds later, the teacher, Ms. Herbert, kindly gave the class a warm greeting, followed by a young girl, maybe a few years younger than Lee, in her freshmen year.

Lee was a senior, because he was still in Middle school, leaving him in the oldest ranking of the school. She looked about, 14, and appeared, very beautiful. Lee gazed at her, interested. Leteo leaned to him, after seeing his face, and whispered, "her name's Tawny. She's not even in your dating range." He started laughing, quietly, and yelped as Lee elbowed him in the ribs. She looked over at them, smiled, and turned back to the teacher as she whispered her name.

Lee ran out the door, pushing Leteo playfully as the jogged to the Lunch Room. "Come on now, Lee! You know you wanted her!"

"Shut up, dork! I'm not the one that knew her name!" Leteo nudged him, smiling and they entered the room with many people staring at them. 'I wonder why they stare at me like that?'

"Hey, Leteo?" Leteo turned to him while he stood his place in line, "ya?"

"Why does everyone look at me like that?" Leteo looked around, seeing almost everyone's eyes on Lee. "You're popular!"

"Ya? Then, why hasn't anyone-" He spoke too soon, for a jock, mindless by the way, came up to him, followed by more of him. "Hey, you're Lee right?"

"That's what you people call me." Lee replied, trying to keep his cool. The jock snickered and stared right into his eyes. "You're that psycho's son… right?" Lee sighed and looked at his shoes, "no… I'm not your brother."

"Why you little," The jock pounced, and shoved Lee into the wall. Leteo slid in between the two. "Now, now, gentlemen. Can't we all get along?" The jock straitened his jacket, backing away. "Nice try. But, I could take you one any day, any time!"

"Ya, don't get too cocky by that time…" Lee said, under his breath as him and his pack walked away.

Hardly any people looked at him for the rest of the day.