It's surprising me how my oneshots have 74 pages and this one only has like 25.

I use google docs but on my bookmarks bar i named it "Google Shit"

Also thank you Azilla! The people at my school are 14 or 15 and are in 8th grade so I just figured. Sorry! I fixed it ;3

Okay Enjoy.

Ezra didn't sleep last night.

Hera told him he was going to go to school the next morning, so she laid out an outfit for him and said she'd wake him up at six. It was currently two in the morning and Ezra just couldn't close his eyes.

It was like he was just stupid in general. He didn't know anything! He barely knew anything over geometry. Or area, whatever algebra was, he didn't know!

Well… Ezra knew quite a bit about music. And he tended to enjoy it too. He used to play piano with his father when he was little, and a bit of violin with his mother.

Those were the days.

He sighed and sat up in his bed, tiptoeing out of the room and down the hallway.

If he wasn't going to sleep the least he could do was read.

Ezra was a nervous wreck.

Hera was sending him to the school that Sabine was going to, seventh grade and up. He thought she called it Junior high or something. He was going into tenth grade, the start of high school basically.

And when he walked up to the entrance, he stopped and considered well, ditching. But Sabine grabbed his arm and dragged him inside.

"Okay for tenth graders first period doesn't start until eight-twenty. So you have to free time. I don't have class until eight fifteen so I can show you the classrooms." Ezra nodded and followed her in, the steps were cracked and made of solid concrete.

What he was wearing was nothing special, just a long-sleeved shirt and some jeans with sneakers. He stuck close to Sabine, even when she was talking to her friends, she was like a sort of human shield to fend from the bigger kids. He was fifteen and short for his age, so maybe being picked on was one of his weak spots.

"Ey yo look, there's a new shrimp in town." He heard an older, slightly pitched voice call him out. He was looking around for Sabine, he had seemed to lose her in the crowd while she was showing him the classrooms and auditorium and gym and stuff.

He turned slowly at the newly found jerkazoid and wanted to give him what-for. But he held his tongue.

"Don't speak? Heh, guess it's natural for the streetrat." Ezra's eyes widened. How does everyone know?...

Ezra's fists clenched and unclenched over and over. He kept his head facing down, trying not to look him in the eye. Somehow Ezra thought if he did, it would turn out as if you looked a dog in the eye. They would see it as a threat and go for the kill.

"Hey kid, look at me." Ezra didn't look up, but continued to keep his gaze focused on his shoes.

He wasn't exactly expecting a hand to grab the front of his shirt, pulling him up so close he could smell the wretched gross breath of the older teen and his stinky B.O like he'd just ran a block around the city.

"God you smell." He coughed, trying to look away. That seemed to do it. "Really? Well, punk, you'll get a shit more later." He dropped him onto the ground and walked away, his buddies laughing along with the older boy.

Ezra sighed, and breathed deeply trying to get the disgusting burning smell out of his nose. He stood up on the marble floor and headed to his first class. He glanced at the clock. "Eight twelve. Whatever, better be early than be late." He decided and walked into his first class, Math.

Crap.

"Okay students, today we have a new student!" She gestured to Ezra. "Why don't you tell us about yourself Ezra?" Ezra darted around to the other kids nervously.

"N-no thank you." He replied, wanting so badly to run out of the school and back home but he knew that wouldn't happen.

"Well…" The teacher seemed shocked to his response. "Okay, that's fine. Well, my name is Mrs. Rembisz, and I'm your math teacher!" She threw her arms out excitedly.

She was an older lady, probably about fifty, and she was short. But taller than Ezra. Probably because she wore two-inch heels. And from what he could predict, she wore a different dress everyday and never took off her leggings underneath.

Yeah… This was going to be fun…

"Ezra can you answer this please?" She started to read a problem out of the textbook.

"Four-a times Two-b. What's the product of c?"

"Eight?" He guessed.

"Right! But what, Eight..."

"Eight-c?" He said again, voice becoming gradually quieter.

"Yes. Good job." She smiled and called on another kid to answer a probably easier problem that he just did.

Next class was probably better than the last, it was Social Studies, and his teacher was . She was sweet and didn't give out any homework. And she didn't introduce Ezra like Mrs. Rembisz did. Just putting him on the spot made Ezra feel as if he was at the Emmy's and they were about to give him the Oscar for the most nervous teenager in school.

Ezra stared at the textbook in front of him. He thought to himself, 'The hell does seamless mean?' Before looking back up at the teacher. He left it at that and decided to not raise his hand… Ever.

That was that.

Language arts was… scary. Mr. Maholorriville was really mean… to new students apparently.

"So we have a comedian here? What's yer name kid." He had a thick british accent, Ezra spoke quietly, "I didn't say any..thing sir-"

"What's. Your. Name." He repeated, poking a shaking finger at his chest, probably out of anger.

"E-Ezra, sir."

"Ezra, ey? Seems like you need some time."

"But I-"

"Go!" Ezra stood immediately and ran out of the room.

He glared at him through the window and walked down the hallway. "Stupid teachers. Didn't even say anything!" He grumbled under his breath and threw his arms out in exasperation. He definitely hated school.

He groaned and rolled his eyes.

He'd have to go back in there and get his stuff.

Science was interesting.

"Hey look, punky's deciding to leave the school. I thought this was where he lived!" The same voice from this morning cut through the air as the schoolyard cleared up before he decided to walk forward.

"I-I don't want any trouble-" He whispered, holding his hands up defensively. "Well too bad!" He cracked up laughing before grabbing Ezra's wrist and holding it behind his back, pushing him into the brick wall. "You're weak! Can't even protect yourself wimp?" He put pressure on Ezra's wrist until he heard the kid cry out and a crack go along with it.

He pushed Ezra to the ground and laughed at the boy struggling to get up without the use of his other hand. "You wimp! Haha, I'll get you again tomorrow." He heard him walk away.

No, I won't come back you jerk!

He meant it.

Ezra was ecstatic to walk out of that school and walk back home. Screw the bus. He… didn't know his way back. But he knew this city like the back of his hand! And if he got lost he would… um…

"Oh whatever. If I get lost I'll wait until morning." He decided and glanced at the sky. 'Crud, I forgot Hera said it would start to thunderstorm.' Ezra remembered and facepalmed while he crossed the street, the crossguard stopping the cars as groups of kids made their way home.

Ezra figured just like all the bad luck he'd had over the years that it would start to pour halfway back to the house.

Just like his thoughts, it started to thunderstorm and he looked behind him at the kids who turned at the intersection. The buses passed by and one of them stopped on the road and the driver faced him, "Hey kid you want a ride home?" Ezra shook his head and kept walking through the thick sheets of rain.

Ezra trudged down the sidewalk from the bus stop, the rain pouring and drenching him and his backpack. School was terrible, and so was this day. A car came speeding up fast, Ezra wondered how anyone could drive in this. He could barely see anything that was three feet ahead of him.

Thunder shook the ground as lightning flashed the sky, the car that was speeding before rushed past him and it ran over a rather large puddle, splashing like a tidal wave. Ezra blocked his face as the 'wave' splashed over him. He spat out some water from his mouth and kept up his trek.

Ezra shivered, gripping his arms. He was in such a hurry that he forgot his jacket in his locker and just left for the sidewalk. He knew it was a stupid idea to not take the bus drivers offer to drive him to his house. But he wouldn't do that, he'd walk.

Stupid. Now you'll get sick. He thought harshly as a coughing fit wracked his lungs and he doubled over, covering his mouth as a another round of coughs made their way through. "It's only a block away Ezra, c'mon!" he mumbled to himself and pretty much jog the entire way back to the house.

Ezra gasped as he slammed the door open and quickly shut it, sinking down against the wall dramatically.

"Ezra? Hun, is that you?" Hera's voice became progressively louder as her footsteps clicked down the hall. She gasped at the sight of him. His long-sleeved shirt was sticking to his body, so were his pants. His converse were soaked and his hair was matted to his face. His skin was paler than pale, and he was shivering terribly. His backpack was also dripping wet.

"Ezra! What the hell happened?" She quickly helped him up. "Sabine! Can you grab a towel for me?" She called to the living room and practically dragged him over to the kitchen.

"Kanan, can you help Ezra dry off? I'm gonna make something warm to drink." She asked as she entered the kitchen, a shivering Ezra following shortly behind her. Kanan stood immediately at the sight of him.

He walked forward as he took hold of the boy's arms. Sabine came in and put the towel around his shoulders. "Sit down, Ez' I can feel the cold. And I'm not even near you." She pointed out. "L-l-li-ar…" He mumbled, teeth chattering and curling the towel more around himself.

"Kid, you're burning up." he didn't realize that his hand was on Ezra's forehead before jerking away and hitting the wall. "woah, calm down Ezra." Kanan gripped his shoulders slightly and looked into his eyes. They were glassy and tired, he gave a small sigh and wrapped another towel around his shoulders, sending him up into his and Zeb's room.

"Why didn't you take the bus?"

"Because those kids are jerks."

"Because?"

"Because you don't understand what I-It's like to be teased about being a street-rat!" He coughed. Sabine froze and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms defensively. "At least I'm not afraid of everyone who walks past me!" She shot back and left the room, leaving the boy genuinely hurt.

"I'll go talk to her." Hera said quietly and left the room, leaving Kanan and Ezra by themselves.

Kanan turned to the boy, "How come you didn't take the bus?" he inquired, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. Ezra hesitated before sitting down when Kanan gestured him too. He rubbed his arm comfortingly before wincing when Ezra broke out into a coughing fit. He coughed into the crook of his arm and stayed like that for a minute before turning back to his guardian.

"I got… Stopped by a few kids on the way into school… It wasn't pleasant." He rubbed his wrists slowly and flinched. Kanan looked at the boy curiously before reaching for his wrist hesitantly. Ezra jerked away, breathing hard before he stared at the floor nervously. The towels slipped off his shoulders and fell around his on the couch before he froze.

"I can't go back-" He whispered, then turned to Kanan desperately, tugging at his shirt. "Don't make me go back!" He cried. Kanan gripped the kid's hands quickly and took ahold of his injured wrist. "It's broken, isn't it?" Ezra bit his lip.

"Alright kid, you win." Kanan smiled and ruffled his hair. Ezra wrapped his arms around Kanan's neck, smiling. "Thankyou!" He whispered.

He didn't really like the idea of school. Kanan just laughed.

"Look Hera, a kid broke his damn wrist, he's not going back." Hera glared at him. "He needs an education! He's going back tomorrow!" Kanan crossed his arms and looked at her pointedly.

"You are not his guardian. Are you? Because I thought he was put into my custody. Or I'm wrong? I dunno, you tell me!" He laughed out of critique and gestured sarcastically. Hera rolled her eyes. "Okay fine, you give him an education! I'm not helping." She decided and walked out in a huff, leaving Kanan angry and bitter.

Zeb was confused when he came back from football practice. Ezra was sitting absently in their room, staring at the wall and seemed to be lost in thought. Sabine was alone, painting in her room quickly and curtly, she must be angry. Hera was cleaning up her room and taking care of Chopper. Kanan was getting ready for work tomorrow.

Things were definitely amiss.

He didn't like how Ezra was acting. His wrist was bandaged thickly with a thin type of gauze. And he looked lost, hurt, and still soaking wet apparently. Well, Zeb took the bus back like he always did but it was surprising to find him still wet after school ended only two hours ago.

He put a hand on his shoulder and shook him lightly. Ezra seemed to snap out of the daze he was in and looked up to Zeb slowly. "Hey-I uh…" Zeb trailed off before letting go of his shoulder when the kid looked at him annoyedly. "What's up?" A forced smile struck upon the young teen as he fully turned his body to his older-brother figure.

"Nevermind kid. I can tell you've had a bad day and I'm exhausted. Night." Ezra sighed and laid down under his covers and turned on his side, clutching his injured wrist to his chest. Closing his eyes he sighed and laid awake again.

For hours on end.

Hola Chicos! Lol okay. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'm sorry it took a while to update! Anyways I'll seeya next time!

May the Force be with you!
~Space