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Ryder is standing with his normal group of goons, his band, talking about nothing in particular. One of the members, his drummer, looks up from the group. He lets out a low whistle. "Check out the new kid! Ow ow, honey! C'mon over here!" He says waving to Emily as he does. Ryder rolls his eyes, letting out a sigh and giving her an apologetic glance.

Ryder punches the guys arm, which gets a loud ow out of his friend. "Show a little respect, Greg! She's obviously scared shitless!" The guy he addressed as Greg mutters a sorry and grabs his bag. Another guy from the group follows Greg, and they walk off. Ryder is left with two other members, who also disband. Ryder jogs to catch up to Emily, his long hair falling in his eyes.

'Hey, sorry about Greg. He's an ass," Ryder says with a short glance. "Welcome to Hopeless...I mean Hopewell High," Ryder says before stopping short at his locker and kicking it. It flies open without him putting in any combination and he grabs a grubby looking, black back pack with holes covered by duct tape and pins everywhere.

Ryder takes off for his first class, English. Won't Miss Casey be thrilled to see me again! He thinks to himself. He's in Senior English, but Miss Casey has been his teacher for at least one class every year. Freshmen year it was Creative Writing, Sophomore year it was Public Speaking, Junior year it was Poetry, and now Senior English and Mythology. Ryder smirked. His Senior year was going to be a blast.