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Chris sat up from his chair...that had doubled as his bed for the night. Another night in this damned chair... He looked over at the clock on his wall, 6:12 am "Great, another all nighter and my back has gotten only worse from it." He stood up from his chair and looked around his room. His eye was.....tethered to his mirror so naturally that he didn't even register that he walked over to it and looked at him self over. As if his hand was guided by another force, it lifted up his shirt to reveal a set of scars in his side. These were not the slim marks of knife wounds...no...these were the circular marks of three 9 millimeter bullets. I took three to the side and lived, she took 5 and didn't He winced at the flash of memory that had found its way in to his mind. He let his shirt fall down and turned to his dresser. Finding his can of axe, he sprayed him self down and pulled on his sneakers. Pulling the strap of the computer bag, that doubled as his backpack for school. He slipped out the back door to his apartment and left for his first day as a junior at "Baymond High". Wonder what could go wrong


As he sat down in his chair, he noticed a few new faces, namely the single new face next to him. Not giving the slightest evidence that he was looking, he took a small glance over at the new kid. Tall, lanky, blue hair, and he looked as miserable as Chris did.

Welcome to the club, new kid was his only thought for him.