* Note * I might not update tomorrow. I have my school orientation/picture day. Sorry, haha.

I stared at myself in the mirror with my uniform on. I looked ridiculous. This wasn't me. The colors were too bright. They weren't even bright colors. I was so used to seeing me in dark colors. I looked like a fool. Oh why did Simpson have to do this to me, to everyone? Didn't I already do enough damage, to myself?

I knew the answer to that right away. No, I did not. I didn't deserve anything right now, and I won't ever.

"Eli!" Dad yelled. "Get your ass in here, you have school today!"

I sighed. At least I'd get away from him. I couldn't wait for the day I'd graduate, and finally get the hell away from here. "Coming," I finally replied. I slipped on one of the few jackets I could wear to school. I hated it so much.

"Well don't you look handsome?" Dad joked. "You look like a dumbass."

I looked at him in the eye. "I know, Dad."

"Now get something to eat and get your ass out of my house."

"I'm not hungry," I said.

He smiled. "Great!" I'm glad to know he doesn't care about how I wasn't eating. Mom would never do that. She'd make me eat even if it took eight hours. That's what I liked about Mom. Although, I would never want her to see me like this.

"Bye," I mumbled as I left the house. Morty was sitting in the exact spot I'd left it in. I climbed in the driver's seat and started my hearse. I missed driving this car. I hadn't been outside my house since about two weeks ago, before I became so sad.

The drive to school wasn't too long. About twenty minutes or so. I usually like the rides to school, or to anywhere. But not today, and probably not ever. I didn't even put the radio on. I always did that, before. I told myself I didn't deserve to listen to music. But what did I deserve these days? Oh, that's right. Absolutely nothing.

I gasped once I reached the school parking lot. What happened here? It was so different. But yet again, Simpson did say that no one would recognize it here. Everyone blended in so well now, and there had to be about twenty police here. I didn't like it. This was my entire fault, so why does everyone else have to get punished? That's not fair.

"Hey, Eli," someone poked me in my arm on the scar I had created this morning. Ow. I turned around, and found out it was Adam. "Glad to see you're okay," he finished.

"Yeah," I replied dully.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I had to lie. I couldn't let anyone know the truth behind my fake smile. "Yeah, just a little tired, I guess." I figured that was acceptable enough.

"Oh," he believed. "Can you believe it here? It's a mess! Fitz was such an idiot for bring in that knife." Ah, why did he have to say it was Fitz fault? It was obviously mine. I started the whole fight with Fitz, if you'd call it a fight, that is. So therefore, it was all my fault. I didn't want to tell him that, though. He'd defiantly know something was up with me.

"I hate it here," I muttered so low that he didn't hear.

"There's Clare." He pointed over to the front doors of the school. She was talking to Alli. She looked so happy. That's good. I wanted her to be happy and as far away from me as possible. I was a bad guy for her. She can go find someone better. I didn't like thinking of that, but it was the truth.

"And?" I asked.

"Aren't you going to say hi or something?"

I sat down on one of the tables. "I have nothing to say to her."

"But I thought you two were dating?" he looked puzzled.

"I guess not." I looked over at Clare again, and hoped she wouldn't talk to me ever again. Of course I knew that she probably would. I mean, we have classes together, and we were dating, sort of. But after the last night I saw her… I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't want to see my face again.

"Dude, what happened?" Adam patted my shoulder, but I pushed his hand away.

"I'd rather not talk about it," I told him. He sat next to me but didn't say a word. I saw Clare look at me a couple times then go back to talking to Alli. I figured they were talking crap about me or something along those lines.

"Everyone get to class!" Mrs. Torres, Adam's mom ordered.

"Why is she here?" I stared at Mrs. Torres.

"Oh," Adam looked weird, like he was scared. "She's kind of… the new vice principal." I was never a fan of her, she seemed too strict. At first, she didn't ever approve the fact that her son was a transgender. I guess I shouldn't have say in that, though. I'm not a parent, and honestly, I probably will never be, but I wouldn't think you'd do that to your own child. Maybe I'm wrong.

"Ah," I said, getting up. "Well, I guess I'll see you in English." I left before he had a chance to say bye, and I walked straight towards the front doors. At the entrance I had to show one of the security guards my I.D and pass. I could hear people talking about the new rules. Everyone hated me, as did I. I wondered if they were mad at me.

Of course they were. Who wouldn't be?

I opened my locker and put everything in besides my binder. Now I'm off to a dreaded place, I thought. I shut my locker then walked to my first period, English. I wasn't quite sure if I was going to like that class today. Maybe I could switch to another class… although, that would be very unlikely. And what would Adam think of that? I couldn't let him get suspicious. I wouldn't let him.

Once I reached the classroom, I sat my stuff down on the desk before sinking down in the seat. I hoped no one would notice me, like I'd turn invisible or something.

"Hey," I heard a feminine voice call.

Well so much for being invisible.

I turned around slowly, seeing Clare smiling at me. This was going to kill me, knowing she was no longer mine. Why'd I have to be such an ass before? I could barely stand to look at her.

"Hi," I said with no expression in my voice.

She looked weary. "How was your break?"

"Great," I lied. I turned around in my seat and she didn't talk to me again for the rest of the day. Actually, no one talked to me, besides my teachers. Even at lunch, Adam barely said a word.

Maybe everyone hated me now. I could deal with that. I deserved it.