To be honest I hate my name, its obscure, weird, and just plain dumb. I mean what jerk names their kid Orion?

With a pat on the back and a thumb up I was shoved out the door to face my first trial, the bus. One might not think of the bus as something so complex but I see things differently, where you sit defines who you are at that school. If you sit in the back you’re either really popular or really douchey, the middles not an option; it’s where the loudest people are, and the front just screams freshman. I wracked my mind trying to decide where to sit that I didn’t realize the odd looks that I was getting from the others. I took an empty seat that was close to the, but not too close to the middle; it seemed to be the safest place. Soon afterward the clichés and cliques flooded onto the bus and with their arrival the nice tranquil silence that I had vanished. When the bus had finally arrived at the school I was the first off it, all I had to do was get through 35040 hours in the hell and I can go to college. Just walking into the school I could see it was going to suck. All the students were ushered into the gym for a first-day announcement. Fun.

The principal was short, like really short. She seemed to be about 5’3” and full of anger, I could see two prominent veins popping out of the front of her forehead, and spoke with a slight accent. Was it British? I would have to find out later, but for now, I decided to see where she was going with this whole speech thing.

“I would like to start this school year with a warm welcome to all the new students and a welcome back to all of our returning students, and I hope that you have a beautiful year! Go Tigers!”

Yup, that was my life now, Orion Hunter, the Tiger.