Sorry for taking so long! I had so much to catch up on and whatnot!

Anyhoo, here goes!

"Number 5, do you see the new student coming this way?"

Number 5 gave a quick nod, before scribbling what appeared to be notes in a yellow notebook.

"Yes, Number 1. I think it's the first time I've ever seen something like him."

"Yeah! I mean who ever wants to join up with those cruddy Delightfuls," snorted Number 4 as he glared at Owen.

Owen gave a quick glare back before returning to his homework.

"And look at him! He's such a teacher's pet!"

"Number 4, shut up before you catch the teacher's attention! We can't get detention today!"

"Alright, alright. But still, LOOK AT HIM!"

Owen looked up once again and sighed. The boy then shook the shaggy hair out of his eyes before concentrating on the teacher's lecture. He looked around nervously as he noticed kids staring at him.

"Hey, look at the teacher's pet…he's actually taking notes!"

"What a dork, now only if he wasn't with those neat freaks over there then maybe we could get him!"

Owen felt like biting his nails so badly but he restrained himself. It was bad enough being singled out, but maybe it was the fact that he was wearing his finest?

"I spent too much on this Giorgio Armani suit. Maybe next time I'll ask if I can just wear a regular one from JC Penney's. At least I will always be better off than the rest of these dumpy kids."

"What's that you say, new boy?"

Owen looked up. A smirk had formed on his face but immediately dropped after he noticed Number 4 looking at him.

"It is nothing that concerns your wellbeing, now if you excuse me!"

Owen pushed through and then briskly walked out of the cafeteria doors. Teachers just nodded at him when he walked by their doors and students glared at him when they saw him. Once again he heard whispers when he was passing by the students. He hung his head down as he walked by; enduring the snickers and mean insults tossed his way. Was it the Delightful Children's fault that he was being ridiculed so much? It must be!

"Where are you going Owen, you know we aren't permitted to leave school grounds? After all, who's going to keep those kids in line? The adults can't do it all by themselves."

The voice of the Delightfuls sent chills up his spine as he turned to come face to face with them.

"I don't like school anymore. I want to go back home!"

The Delightfuls swung their heads side to side in unison and then turned to glare at Owen.

"You're starting to sound like one of them. Is that you want Owen?"

Owen grabbed at his fancy collars as he nervously swallowed. Was he not allowed to complain at all?

"Who's 'them'?"

"Those impolite brats you idiot, it is them you starting to become! If you do become of them, they won't like you anyway. They definitely don't like you now!"

"But that's because I wore my Sunday's best! And I guess no one wears their best, most expensive suits to school. I mean isn't that a little bit too much?"

"No Owen, you are perfectly fine, unless you've been conspiring with one of those brats!"

Owen started to get frustrated. Really, really frustrated.

A/N: Hey, I know this wasn't a spectacular chapter, but hey! I did get one done! Thanks for reading!