We had just got back to math class, everyones being loud and packing their stuff. The bell rings again and we start heading to our next class. The counselor came to get me to bring me to gym. She walked me up to the gym teacher. I remember thinking, “I don’t want anyone to be like me, i’m going to save everyone.” While the counselor was talking to me. I have a hero mindset, the fact that my mom always said the light in my eyes gives her hope made one form somewhere down the road.

The gym teacher explains what the other students were doing (dodgeball). When they're finally done talking, i inspect the gym, i see a girl sitting in the far corner. Some of her hair looked to have been shaved off at one point, and the other half long. She has glasses and a a Green Day hoodie on. I start walking towards her, she seems nice. I sit down on the ground next to her, she looks at me. Not just looks, glares. I decided to introduce myself to her. “Hi i'm Kat, i’m new here!” I say as cheerful as possible. “Oh, hi, i'm Shu.” She responds. She then starts talking to one of her friends. A boy throws a dodgeball at her. Hey hold this.” She hands me her phone, some lipstick, and a squishy. She starts chasing him around. I start to zone out watching them. 

She comes back after a little bit and says “Thats Josh, we don’t like him.” ‘we?’ I think to myself. she starts pointing out people saying names. She points at the boy i called a highlighter. “Do you think he’s cute?” She responds. I pause and look at him. “He’s okay, he kinda reminds me of my brother.” I tell her. She then proceeded to tell me his names Grant, and thats he’s a dick.

After awhile the gym teacher tells us to start putting the dodgeballs away, and grab our bags and get ready to leave. I proceeded to go grab my bag, and Shu walks up to me and asks my next class. I pull out my schedule. “Art” I say. “Oh man, i had art last semester.” She said. 

The bell rings, and she walks me to my next class. 

I walk into the art room, and look around, some kids were playing “trashketball” Basically throwing a paper ball in the trash but some kids were playing defense, some offense. I played basketball and did theater at my old school. Theater was out of school though. I remember every day i’d go home straight from basketball, grab water, and head to theater. My legs would be in so much pain going to bed, but hey, at least i slept at night.

As art class continues, i see a blonde haired boy, with blue eyes and pale skin, make fun of some other boy. I’m not sure why, but i know people like to pick on others for no reason. The teacher gives some students older projects to finish working on, and shows me what we do and what folders to use.The rest is pretty much the same as it started, not much to tell here.

The bell rings, class is over.