I walked in front of a big building that would hold the classes of my first school years. I looked around to see if anybody was around me, but everybody was already walking to their first classes for the second semester. I looked down on the note that the principle had handed me a few weeks before when I was approved into the school. "Room 208. Locker 672." I whispered out loud. I ran my fingers through my hair, wondering how that could help me. I didn't give it a second thought when I told myself I'd just count. I walked up the stairs leading to the entrance of the school. As I walked down the hallway I counted the rooms going up from 150. As I was walking down the everlasting hallway, a boy with dyed yellow and black hair ran over to me and tapped my shoulder. "Need help?" he asked suddenly as I came to a halt. I turned my back uncomfortably as my back was bunching together. I looked at him with my dull, seemingly colorless eyes, as he gave me a welcoming gaze. I nodded as he lead the way through the hallway. Eventually he took a turn into another bunch of hallways. I tried to see if I could remember the route, but the hallways didn't stop. He came to a halt in the middle of a hallway and opened his mouth to say something. "...um... what is your room number?" he said politely as he turned his nervous gaze towards my unamused expression.