A/N: I'm sorry this took so long! I finished and then my computer didn't save it, and then I was busy with stuff, and...yeah guys, I'm sorry. Here's a pretty long chapter, though! Thanks to reviews from: regularshow565, camitake, Fandomsforinfinity, Psychopath Liar, Guest (1), DisneyandWildKrattfangirl, TigerNinja16, Guest (2), sun711, Twistedfangirl, Anon, and Blackwind137! Here's the chapter!

Hiro sat alone in the classroom, near the front of the room. Everyone seemed to have a friend in the classroom, everyone talking about their summer and about their vacations. Hiro sat in silence, watching every student with fascination.

No one gave him a second glance, which Hiro supposed was alright. It was better than being the center of attention in a bad way. Some girls did notice him staring at everyone and they began to whisper, but Hiro tried to stay optimistic and suppose they weren't talking about him, just girls being secretive…if that's how they acted.

Hiro heard a boy sit behind him, and Hiro looked back to the front of the classroom. The boy behind him was talking to more boys around him, and he was the first boy to notice Hiro, and that turned out to be unfortunate.

"Hey, punk, what are you going here?" The boy asked. "I think the playground is that way." Hiro assumed he was pointing at the door, and he heard the other boys around him laugh. Hiro felt his face flush red, but he stared determinedly up front, ignoring the people behind him

Hiro watched as their homeroom teacher stood up, and a wave of silence fell over the students as they all sat down, now watching their teacher.

"Good morning everyone, my name is Ms. Harvard and I'm your homeroom teacher. Welcome to San Fransokyo High." She stared at her clipboard. "We will begin with roll call; Advil, Erin?"

"Here" A kid near the back called back.

"Andrews, Thomas?"

"Here" The boy behind Hiro called, leaning back in his chair.

"Brown, Faith?"

Hiro's attention and hearing ceased as the names were being called out. Though several names later;

"Hamada, Hiro?"

"What kind of a name is Hiro?" Thomas laughed out loud, and a few of the students in the classroom laughed.

"That's enough, Mr. Andrews. Hiro Hamada?"

Hiro swallowed the lump in his throat, and lifted his hand up timidly. "H-here…"

"Ah yes, the student who was 'smart' enough to skip three grades." Ms. Harvard raised her eyebrow with some coolness in her expression, and the students began to murmur. Hiro felt his face reheat.

"I do hope you are satisfied with our class. Hunter, Rose?" The roll call resumed as Hiro sank in his seat, wondering how the first five minutes of a class could go so wrong so quickly.

It's just a bad start; things will get better. Hiro told himself optimistically, but after Thomas called him nothing but 'Zero' and 'nerd' all throughout the next two classes, Hiro wasn't half as sure.

"Alright class, sit down!" Hiro sat on the hard gym floor, staring at his new teacher with tired eyes. It was the last class of the day, and Hiro was ready for this day to be over.

"My name is Coach Smith, and I'm you're gym teacher. Before we begin your class today, we're going to set some rules. Alright?"

"Yes, sir!" The class yelled in response, and Hiro managed a small nod.

"That's what I want to hear. I was full participation. I want no funny business. I want perfect students! You all got that?"

"Yes, sir!" The class responded, and Hiro nodded, but to his horror Coach Smith noticed him and walked over to him, standing in front of him.

"What's your name?" The coach asked, loud enough for the whole class to hear and watch.

"H-Hiro Hamada…" Hiro said quietly, swallowing the lump in his throat, looking his gym teacher square in the eye.

"Can't hear you, speak up. What's your name?" The teacher yelled the question at the end, as though demonstrating how to speak up. Hiro took a steady breath.

"Hiro Hamada." He said louder, and the teacher nodded.

"Ah, well Hamada, in my class you respond to my questions with 'sir'. Understand?"

"Yes, s-sir!" Hiro stammered, and a few boys in the class snickered.

"Thank you." The teacher tilted his head a bit. "Aren't you a bit young to be here, son?" Everyone in the classroom laughed, and Hiro felt his cheeks reheat.

"Never mind. Alright, class, today we're going to start the school year with a mile run. I expect it to be under ten minutes and any later will have to repeat it. Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" The class yelled, Hiro being among them even though his heart was sinking. He hated running of any kind, but hey it was only a mile, nothing too difficult…

Oh how wrong he was.

Hiro was at the half way point, running behind a few kids but not dead last either. He had started panting and sweating, but that was a part of running.

Just then, Hiro felt a shove and he was pushed hard onto the floor, chest and front landing on the ground. Hiro looked up to see Thomas and two of his friends laughing and stepping over him. "Get lost, nerd!" One of them yelled behind him, and continued running.

Hiro let out a groan, a sharp pain entering his ankle as he tried to sit up. He looked at the gym teacher who hadn't noticed anything. He was going to have to keep running.

He had five minutes to run half a mile with his legs aching from the fall. Hiro let out a sigh, before trying to run again, but almost falling again. Trying his hardest to ignore the pain, Hiro kept running, wanting to yell out in pain with every step. It hurt…it hurt so much…

Hiro kept running, realizing he was getting closer and closer the finishing, but the pain grew more and more, and the time was running out more and more. Almost crying out in pain as he took another step, Hiro began to wonder if it was maybe possible to run with one leg.

He was so close now, and only a minute left. He kept running, ignoring the pain that felt like fire growing in his ankle.

Hiro crossed the finish, and felt himself let out a sigh of relief before realizing the pain in his ankle was worse than ever. Hiro let out a cry of pain, and sat down to examine his leg.

"What's wrong, Hamada?" The gym teacher asked, and he was soon beside Hiro.

"I-I…" The teacher looked down at where Hiro was looking at his ankle, and examined it quickly.

"It's swollen; looks like you earned yourself a sprained ankle." The teacher commented. "Wish you would've told me you couldn't handle running a mile."

"I can run a mile, though!" Hiro tried to say quickly. "I was-"

"Quit your whining, Hamada. You might not have realized, but you're in high school now." Coach Smith let out a sigh. "Go to the school nurse."

"Yes, sir." Hiro muttered, limping away to the door towards the nurse's office. Out of all first days in the world, Hiro was pretty sure he had the worst.