"BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-SLAM... BEEP B-SLAM... BEEP BEEP CRUSH", "Well shit.". Its been a week and a half sense the whole sha-bang went down, nothing seems to have changed much other than the house, learning about more of my aspects as a silver dire. Chloe's group has been keeping more of a distance other than pranks ,and knocking over my stuff lately clearing up a good portion of the bull that happens everyday. Lace's group still does the usual junk but have been keeping near Chloe's group in order to "protect" them, but I have a few ideas on what there actually doing. I sigh looking over at my now broken alarm clock as I roll out of bed to get some clothes after taking a shower at some point thinking that bamax from BH6 looks like the Pillsbury doe boy or wondering if fish cry. As Im walking down to the kitchen im welcomes by the smell of omelets causing my jaw to drop "Pick your jaw up your your gonna catch flies" my father chides from the kitchen as I spot him in a frilly pink apron causing me to snort before taking my omelet and sitting down. My father sits across from me with his plate making small talk until I finish putting my plate in the sink grabbing my stuff as I head out, I quickly bolt out the door knowing I was short on time blinking as I saw a familiar face before I dismissed it and kept running. I make it three minuets before the bell rings sitting in the back row by the window as class starts, yesterday we had been informed of a transfer student joining our class so I made sure I chose a seat that had no open spots near because they both were on the over side of the room. Im not ending up im one of those anime's where the MC is alone in the back the new student is someone they've seen that student sits beside them and ruins their life NOPE! That is until "Donell if you can't stop talking then move over here!" my teacher huffs, ok so... I know what your thinking but no its the seat diagonal of mine like, slash mark across. 'welp at least it's very unlikely I know this person.', whelp that's what runs through my mine until, YEP you guest it "Class meet Jackson!", "Hiya!". 'Good lord' of coarse Jackson spots me and starts waving as I try to cringe my way under my seat but, you guest it again he takes the seat across from mine 'SHIT IS HITTING THE FAN TEACH START TALKING BEFORE HE TURNS!!', nope. The teacher walks out for a few minuets and Jackson turns around spouting "Hey there Ira how ya been and by the way thanks for the tip the other day!" grinning witch catches me off guard for a second before mumbling "I-i've been good, you?" 'WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING WHY IS HE EVEN TALKING TO ME ISN'T HE FRIENDS WITH CHLOE?!', and thus starts a long awkward day.