[Insert Name] quickly ran to his Art class, always barely making it on time. The teacher was about to close the door when he came rushing up. He didn't really care about the new students, but he didn't want them to get into trouble so he decided to give her a warning. Although he didn't know for sure that they chose Art as their electives, he had a feeling.

"There are a few new students heading this way, please excuse their tardies." He returned to his normal monotonic voice.

Why did he really care if they arrived on time? [Insert Name] didn't waste his time pondering such useless things. He sat down in his row realizing, yet again, he was surrounded by all the empty seats in the room. He inwardly groaned as he heard the door open. He watched as the bunch walked in and repeated similar actions that had occurred in his last period. He watched as she pointed to the area around his bunch. Darn spirits denying his requests! They filled in, Matt-Reginald sitting on his left, Oliver sitting behind [Insert Name], the wierd Australian to his left, Anne-Elisabetha to his right, and finally his bright eyes beside [Insert Name]. His Brighteyes? [Insert Name] shook it from his head.

"Hey, again dude! Isn't it cool that we have all the same classes?" The brown haired boy to his left exclaimed. "You think we have the exact same schedule?" He handed [Insert Name] a small piece of folded paper.

[Insert Name] didn't even bother looking at it.

"Matt-Reginald, we have the same agenda. guaranteed." [Insert Name] didn't look over at the boy.

"You can just call me Matt, you know? You don't have to be so formal." He freaked a bit.

[Insert Name] could already tell a lot about him based on this. He hated, at minimum disliked, the use of proper or extreme politeness, and it heavily reflected in his actions. Oliver smacked him on the head again.

"Bloody git! He's being polite, learn some manners!" He scolded.

So that's who kept him in line.

"My apologies for not asking this before, but what's your name?" He turned to [Insert Name].

"..."

Silence.

"I don't think he has a name," Matt said, immediately getting punched by Oliver.

"Let's give him a name!" The Australian one, whose name he forgot, proposed.

"Oui!" Anne-Elisabetha peeped in French. Oliver had started ranting over the rudeness, talking about their "audacity" and what-not.

It was nice to know someone cared.

"That's rude, how do you know if he's ok with this, what if-" Oliver got cut off mid-rant.

"I think it's a good idea." Bright eyes spoke.

That seemed to shut up Oliver.

"Alright, if you say so Matthias," Oliver grumbled under his breath, resting his head in his hand.

So that was his name. It filled [Insert Name] with an unfamiliar feeling that he didn't recognize before. Just knowing his name changed his view on life. The dull pictures of art on the wall seemed to splash to life with color. The dim lights seemed to brighten, causing a more positive composure in the room. [Insert Name]'s eyes twinkled for a moment more when his brain leaped back into reality. Like it jumped off a cliff into the truth, his dream never being able to salvage it. Everything in the room became dead once more.

"How 'bout Dinky?" Australian asked.

"Intelligent, yet Idiotic. Clumsy but steadfast." Anne-Elisabetha said the definition out loud. The thought about it for a moment. "Perfect!" She clapped.

"Isn't that taking a bit of a guess, we don't know anything about him." Oliver debated the name.

"I have a feeling." The spunky girl clapped again in response.

"Well, at least ask him first." Oliver rolled his eyes.

"Just call me whatever, I don't really care." [Insert Name] said, getting up as the buzzer had sounded again.

As he was walking out of the classroom he heard Matt speak one more time:

"That's a yes I take it!" He high-fived the others while Oliver groaned.

***

The gang followed [Insert Name] around school all day, basically making him their personal guide. Every class they drooled and fawned over his talents and skills saying things like "You're really good at drawing!" or "You're so smart dude." or sometimes even "Wish I could be like you!"

No, they didn't.

And even as they followed him around, he couldn't help but be annoyed. They were naturally social, meaning everyone was drawn to them. [Insert Name] didn't mind this at first, not that he wanted them around at all, as all social interactions go, but they started attracting people. People lead to noticing differences, which leads to gossiping, which leads people beating him up 15% more than usual. How much more did he have to suffer before he was released from this world?

School finally got let out for the day, all the students flocking to the gates to be discharged from this prison. It's not that [Insert Name] hated, or even disliked for the matter, school. It was just this specific school.

[Insert Name] didn't see anyone waiting at the gate to beat him up today, so he warily made his way out. He was about to cross the street when something pulled him aside. His first thoughts were that is was the guy who beat him up yesterday, but it was Matt.

"Wanna hang out Dinky?" He asked, using the new nickname.

He didn't want to think about if he was home late two days in a row. He quickly shook his head no.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Matt begged.

[Insert Name] almost went with him because of peer pressure, but restrained himself.

"I'm sorry, I have to go home."[Insert Name] said.

He was a bit curious as to where the others were at the moment.

"Are you sure dude?" He asked on more time.

Something seemed off about what was happening right at the moment.

"No."[Insert Name] said firmly.

"Fine, then we shall resort to Plan B..." He paused before shouting "GUYS, GET HIM!"

Suddenly, Anne-Elisabetha, Australian boy, Matt, and Matthias charged at him, lifting him effortlessly off the ground and to who knows where.

Dear devils, what was he getting into now?