Wow! I've been so bad with updating.

Just going to give everyone some updates about what I've been writing. If you want to skip this you can. Anyway, I've posted a total of four chapters during May, June and July. Two Oneshots for once upon a time, a oneshot for the dumping ground, and the first chapter of a birthday-story for manifest. (That will end up two chapters in the end). Then I also wrote another oneshot for once upon a time (a sequel to the first)

So, that's about it- no more Cobra Kai fics I'm afraid. But I had so much fun writing all of that birthday stuff as my birthday (June 28th) was coming closer.

Anyway, enough of what I've written before.

Thanks to Spectacular Webhead 11 for reviewing.

Already on the second day of high school and the bus in the morning, Kenny came to sit down by me. But he still had an insecure look in his eyes as if he couldn't help but doubt that I wasn't going back to what I had been before yesterday.

I couldn't blame him!

"Hi Anthony…" Lia greeted me when I came and then sat turned in her seat. "I thought you were going to ride with Sam to school this year, not take the bus…"

"No." I hadn't even been thinking about that. "I just figured, I'd…. rather do it like this. I mean, you guys are my… friends of course. And when you're here, riding on the bus every morning it makes me feel like I would be a loser if I did the way to school with my sister out of all people. Don't tell her I said that…" Lia smirked. "You know what I mean."

"I know what you mean."

"But…." I couldn't help but notice something. "we should probably find another way to sit. Or you, Lia will have the back of a nighty year old man by the time the year ends."

"Well then…." Lia just smirked again in her girl's attitude-way. "We'll do it literally the other way around. And I will sit behind you and you two will have to sit turned."

Just as she'd said it the bus pulled over in front of the school. And we- along with everyone else started getting out to the start of our second day of High school…

I was one of the last ones out, and when I came out I could see Marcus, Slade and Zack a bit away- talking in between them so no one else could hear them but looking at me.

"Don't care about them…" Lia said before I had the time to think of anything. "…You've got me now, and Kenny."

Could it really have happened so fast? Could I really have moved from old friends to new ones over one night?

Maybe this was just the way it was supposed to be, maybe a part of me knew it before I did…

I decided to follow Lia's example, and we went inside the school where I and Lia had our lockers right next to each other and Kenny only around the corner.

But still, I couldn't help a weird feeling in my stomach- and it had to do with the way my former "friends" had just looked at me.

…"Not as much as it sucks to be bullied"…

I remembered so clearly one of the sentences dad had told me now that I didn't try with everything I had to forget it.

But if I had been a part of doing that to Kenny week after week during the whole year. This was only the second day of this year, and I was already looking past my shoulder to see if there was someone there.

In the middle of my thoughts I opened my locker. Then gasped and took a jump backwards when milk came spurting out- just like I and the guys had done for Kenny last year. Meanwhile I heard Marcus, Slade and Zack screaming with laughter as they disappeared down another hallway.

"Oh come on." Lia moaned. "Grow up!"

With a deep sigh I reached into my locker, thankfully this was only the beginning of the year so I hadn't started filling up the notebooks- my parents had always been stubborn at the fact that I had to use them, pens and pencils and at least learn to write by hand. At least the laptop we'd each been given already yesterday laid safely and dry in my backpack.

I could still hear Marcus, Zack and Slade snickering and giggling like three young girls. I didn't give them the satisfaction of having myself turning against them. Instead pulling out one reading book after the other. Somewhere in this hallway there must be an element to hang them to dry…

"Here."

I flinched, I hadn't seen or heard her coming but suddenly Lia was standing there, holding a pile of tissues that she reached to me.

"Thanks Lia."

"I'll go and find a cleaner." Kenny told us. "Or a mop or anything…"

He walked away and disappeared around the corner, Lia put the pile of tissues away and then I took one- and noticed how my hands were trembling.

Lia had noticed it too.

"Hey… it's okay…" She put all the tissues she was holding down and then slipped her hand into mine. "Look! There's no stress…"

I knew that I had known Lia since we were five and she had shared her PB&J with me, despite not hanging out such as we did the first few years we'd known each other I knew she had been around before to watch me having a seizure- big or small, before. And now I saw the worried look in Lia's eyes- and what had happened years ago, when I'd had a big one right in front of her, the memories came flooding back.

"I'm okay." Quickly, almost all in one move I ripped my hand from hers and turned back against my locker. I tried to reach for another book I could hang to dry, but my hand- that were shaking worse now, made it hard to be able to grip anything. "Really, I'm fine."

"Maybe…" Lia grabbed me by the shoulder, I dropped what I was holding but none of us took the time to bend down and pick it up. "…You should go sit down some, I have a water bottle in my locker…."

"I'm fine…" I wiped my hands towards my jeans as if they were sweaty. "I'm just… annoyed."

I shake as good as all the time now. I thought to myself, but didn't say it out loud. It gets worse when I'm emotional or stressed. But I can't help but wonder each time if it means a big seizure is on its way.

"Found one…" Kenny returned and after him followed a woman in cleaning clothes and with a mop and a bucket. "Well, as you can see someone filled up Anthony's locker with milk, and when he opened it, it got all over the floor and everywhere…. How did it go with those books?"

I was just pulling out one final book, then stepped aside when the cleaner, muttering about that she hated these types of pranks took over.

"don't worry Anthony…." I tried to hide my hands so no one would see how they were still trembling. "They're just no-lifer's that can't find anything better to do. Let's go find our next classroom."

For a moment, while I moved back up the hallway I just wondered about what would have happened if roles were reversed. If I still saw Marcus, Zack and Slade as my friends. Would they be helping me to get the books to dry like this?

Would they notice my hands trembling? Would they even remember my Epilepsy?

I knew the answers perfectly well, I could even hear them calling me LaPusso from inside of my head. And from now on, as soon as something happened be mocking me about not being able to hold things still…

Random fact

I "Learnt" the "word" No-lifers when I'd been having haters going on me and my friend comforted me with that.

Next chapter should be the last, and you won't have to wait for as long this time because I already have pieces of it written.