A sleek, red, convertible drove up to the front of a large building. From inside the car, Kazahaya looked out the tinted back window. The sight that awaited him caused a shiver, and with unsteady hands he opened the car door. "Thanks." He said quietly as he exited Sagai's car. His tennis shoes hit the pavement and the only thing he was happy for was the no uniform policy in this American school. He heard the car drive off behind him then shrugged his light, black backpack on his shoulders. He was going to attend Bayville High. He just hoped he could get through it.

"Good morning class. Today we have a real busy schedule so I want you all to work extra hard. But first, we have a new student all the way from Japan! He knows English so communication shouldn't be a problem. Please be nice to him." Said a woman of about 40 years of age with straight, long, blonde hair and blue eyes heavy of the mascara. Through the door walked in Kazahaya with a sheepish look on his face. He groaned in his head when he saw the teacher beckoning him to come to the front of the class. He slowly walked over towards her, then forced himself to smile at her face. She smiled back then said, "Please tell us some things about yourself." "Heh…" He said quietly as he slowly turned to face the class of bored students. "I'm Kazahaya Kudo. I'm 16 and I, um, um, hope this will be fun." He finished lamely. The teacher frowned and decided to just sit the boy down for the moment. She looked over the class and noticed that a few empty desk in the back would be perfect.
"Pietro, would you mind getting your feet off the desk so Kazahaya can sit in one. Thank you." She gritted out as the boy quickly pulled his feet down and smirked at the teacher.

"Go sit by him." She said, pointing to the white haired boy who was nothing more than a trouble maker with barely passing grades.
Kazahaya nodded then hurried to the back of the class. A few kids in the aisle kicked their legs out and Kazahaya went tumbling into another desk. He blushed, embarrassed, then quickly hurried over to the desk by the white haired boy who was frowning.

The teacher started on her lesson and Kazahaya slowly sat down and dropped his bag by the chair. He felt a poke in his ribs and turned to look at Pietro in surprise.
"You're a klutz." Pietro said quietly, laughing at Kazahaya's annoyed expression.
He decided to ignore him for the rest of the lesson but class just didn't turn out that way…

By the time his last class rolled around, Kazahaya was thoroughly exhausted. He had been a klutz, again, in P.E. He had felt like a failure in math, been accused of cheating in his other two classes and now was being thoroughly confused in Chemistry.
"Hi! I'm Kazahaya Kudo, nice to meet you." He said listlessly. The male teacher nodded to him and Kazahaya sat back down in his seat behind the large, black table. He had been paired with a boy who had long, blackish hair and inquisitive eyes. He grinned at Kazahaya and said, "I'm Kurt! Your Kaza, right? Is it okay if I call you Kaza?" Asked Kurt, as he handed Kazahaya the beaker that they were to fill with vinegar. Kazahaya smiled sheepishly, and reached out to close his hand around the beaker. "Yeah, sure. Its o"
Kurt looked surprised to see the new boy stare at him for a few seconds then slump in his chair.
"Hey! Are you alright? Um, um. MR. SYTHES!" Kurt screamed out when it looked like Kazahaya wasn't about to wake up.

The brown haired teacher came running and most chatter and activity in the class stopped. Kitty looked over to where Kurt was. Her green eyes widened when she saw the comatose looking boy that Kurt and the teacher were trying to support.

"Hey, someone! Use the phone, dial 8221, its for the nurse. Get her to come, quickly!"

The last thing Kazahaya remembered was how horrid this day had really been.