[Insert Name] woke up early in the morning, yet again. He looked out his small window, his ruffled bedhead sticking up in gravity-defying ways. The sky outside was a pale blue color, tinted with the red, yellow, and pink of the sun. For a moment he thought he had woken up early. Then it hit him. He was asleep? Confusion gathered on [Insert Name]'s face. He lost his little bit of time to ponder it when his bedroom door opened.

"Hey bastardo, you up?" Roma intruded the room, tearing the blankets off of [Insert Name], plunging him in the desolate cold.

Although Roma was only second youngest, he acted like he was as old as their older twin brothers. The age gap between the two boys was quite large, however, seeing that [Insert Name] was only in 7th grade and Roma was in his final year of high school, it wasn't that odd he supposed. He couldn't remember the last time Roma cared. He couldn't remember the last time anyone cared.

[Insert Name] made his way down his dimly lit street just as he had done the day prior. He followed down with the same tinted lights, the same resting sky, and the same emptiness. Although this was the perfect set up for a horror movie, it made [Insert Name] feel at ease. The quiet scares him, but that's what he craved. The darkness had swallowed him a long time ago. He felt as though he were sinking to the bottom of the ocean, the prosperity of some hope right in front of him, only for him to reach out for it to be just out of grasp. It was only a matter of time until he sunk all the way to the bottom.

He stopped to wait at a stoplight, one little car zooming across the otherwise stranded roads. He lazily scanned the houses, his eyes stopped when they met with a pair of large amber ones, staring back at him from across the street. The eyes seemed to sparkle and shine with wonder and mischief. It filled [Insert Name] with... he didn't know. For a second the world seemed to fill with color, something he hadn't seen for a long time. He felt the warmness of the sun, a long forgotten memory that had just recently seemed distant. A happy memory of him and all ten of his brothers filled his head from when they were younger. How he missed those days. Another car flashed by, and just as the mysterious pair of eyes from the peculiar person had appeared, they were gone. The light turned green, telling [Insert Name] to cross then. And as he was walking to school, he noticed the color and life begin to drain from his eyes once more. Gray was all he saw now.

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[Insert Name] tried his best to forget the miraculous encounter he had made that morning, even if it was just a short staring contest. He didn't even get a good look at the person, just their dazzling eyes. The more he tried to forget, the more he remembered. For a moment he tried to recall the feeling he had felt when he had seen the person. Happiness, he decided, although it had been a long time since he felt that.

He had arrived at the school where the gates were crowded with excitement and curiosity. He squeezed through a gap in the barrier of people, luckily he was pretty tall so he could see from the back. He quickly realized that the reason they were all swarmed there, new kids. They seemed to be foreign students, five in total. There was one girl in the group, all the boys fawned over her. [Insert Name] was about to turn to leave when he made eye contact with something that he had seen before. He quickly stopped himself and saw the eyes that he saw earlier that morning. It seemed the eyes belonged to a boy. His hair was a dark cocoa color, it contrasted his light peachy skin, dotted with freckles to his nose. He wore some pretty simple clothing, so he paid no mind to it. His backpack had a patch on it that read "GoD sAvE tHe QuEeN." [Insert Name] took his chances and figured he was Brittish. He took one last chance to look into the other boy's eyes, but this time it wasn't the same. There was something different from the eyes he had seen at the stoplight that morning. The other boy was about to say something, but quickly got shut up.

"Inside the gate!" Mr.Hernandez hollered at the students, forcing them to flood in through the gates.

[Insert Name] continued on his way, everything as bland as ever. Was he actually disappointed that those weren't the same eyes? The buzzer sounded and everyone started off their journeys to 1st period. [Insert Name] noticed constant chatter and a sense of bubbling excitement behind him, not that he knew what that was like. He quickly stole a glance behind him to see the five newcomers again. All new students had the same schedule. It was just that they all had to be put in the classes that had extra room. Unfortunately, those were the notorious "bad periods" that every teacher gossiped about to the other classes. It also happened to be the set of classes that [Insert Name] had. He wasn't one of the bad students, of course, though.

He had finally made his way to his history class. He sat at his seat and watched as the new bunch asked the teacher where to sit, showing her their schedules to confirm they were in the right class. [Insert Name] already knew the answer to both of their questions. She walked up to the front of the class.

"Today we have some new students," Mrs.Bridge said. "Please fill in right here in the front." She pointed to the seats surrounding the helpless boy.

[Insert Name] noticed as two of the boys whispered to each other, probably quietly arguing who would sit next to him. He did look like a girl after all. A very cute girl, at that. The imposter of his bright eyes person sat next to him. The girl sat behind him, adjusting her pink skirt and lavender top as she sat down. [Insert Name] swore he saw her quickly put on some mascara and fix the bow in her long curly blonde hair. The tallest of the quintet sat behind her, throwing his stuff down on the floor lazily. His hair was gravity-defying, standing up with jutting spikes. He made eye contact with him for a split second, those were the eyes. [Insert Name] own eyes widened at the fact, but the teacher called their attention. Drats, he didn't have enough time to analyze the other two.

"Please pull out your work from yesterday," Mrs.Bridge announced.

[Insert Name] had already turned his in, so the teacher came over to him.

"Do what you want this period." She said quietly patting him on the shoulder, knowing he would do something productive.

[Insert Name] pulled out his book to read, "The Art of Racing in The Rain." It was his favorite. He was about to turn to the page he had left off on when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Hey pretty girl!~" the phony flirted with him. He had a light Brittish accent. So he was right.

"You Twat! We come to America, and the first thing you decide to do is flirt with girls!" Another one of the boys shouted, hitting the flirt on the head.

[Insert Name] noticed that he was wearing some fancy clothes and that he, also, had a Brittish accent, but his was thicker. He seemed to be the over stereotypical Brittish person.

"That's really all you could come up with? That's pathetic mate." The boy behind Mr.prissy prit laughed.

This time he noticed an Australian accent.

"What about the French I taught you?" The girl asked. She then turned to [Insert Name] "Pardon for that cher." She apologized for her friend.

[Insert Name] always hated this part about meeting new people, he had to tell them that he was male. At least before someone else did. He thought about what he was to say for a moment before speaking to them.

"I'm sorry to say this," He paused to recollect himself, "I'm not a female." He spoke dryly with no emotion like he usually did.

"Oh, ok." The boy next to him almost whispered, most likely out of embarrassment.

His mood quickly changed.

"My name's Matt-Reginald, but you can call me either." He smiled. "The uptight looking kid behind me is Oliver."

"I'm not uptight." He refused.

"Yeah, and I'm a cat." He laughed.

"Pretty darn close." The Australian mocked.

"Stop teasing him Cambos." Bright eyes spoke. He had a Danish accent. That explained a lot.

"Hush up Mattias, you're not any better." The French girl shut him up. "I'm Anne-Elisabetha, but they call me Elisabetha." She introduced herself.

[Insert Name] just sat there quietly. They were ok with him being a trap? The buzzer rang and the class was dismissed. He ran off to his next class, he knew he would have to face them in that class eventually.