Trigger Warnings: Bullying, violence- physical, emotional, and verbal. Let me know if I missed any. 

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I sat at the kitchen table, letting out a sigh as I stirred my cereal. Today was my first day at a new school.

"Excited to start your new school?" Thomas asked me with a large smile. I rolled my eyes.

"I might if I get put in an art class." Even though I said it sarcastically it was true, the only way to make school even a fragment better would be to take a class that I would enjoy. And that was art.

"You know," Thomas said, "I can sign you up for one if you'd like."

I looked up "really?"

"Yeah sure, if you want." I looked down at my breakfast in disbelief, Thomas was willing to sign me up for a class I actually wanted? That had never happened before still, I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity.

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~~Flashback~~

Virgil let out a groan of pain as he was suddenly pushed against the lockers, his bag falling to the floor beside him as he landed painfully on the ground. Looking up he wasn't surprised to see the school's band of bullies, lead by his brother. He couldn't help but notice that they had a new member. The group laughed while the new guy looked uncomfortable.

"Hey Janus, are you sure that it's okay to beat up your brother?" The teen asked.

Janus rolled his eyes "why else do you think where here James?" He said "we're here to teach my weak little brother, Virgil, a lesson. We're here to show him how pathetic and useless he is." He smirked and Virgil let out a cry of pain as he was given a kick in the ribs.

"Wait?" The new guy, James, suddenly said: "did you say his name is Virgil?"

"Yeah... Why?"

James gave a malicious smirk, his whole demeanor changing "shouldn't his name be Virgin?"

The rest of the bullies went silent before they all burst out laughing, each of the gang members gave him a few swipes and hits before they left. Chatting his new nickname all the while. Virgil spit some blood into his hand and wiped it on his jeans, slowly standing up on sore limbs he stumbled into the bathroom to clean himself up before class. Wincing in pain at every step, but by now he was used to the pain he received every day.

~~Flashback Ended~~

"Virgil? Are you there?" A voice said breaking me out of my flashback, looking up I saw Thomas looking down at me from where he stood. I took several deep breaths to calm myself down. Looking around I saw that I was still in the front office at the school I'd soon be attending, Patton was seated in the chair beside me.

"Yeah?" I answered looking up at Thomas who frowned, concerned.

"Are you alright?" The man asked.

"I'm fine." My voice came out harsh but I made no move to apologize "what do you want?"

"Oh, I have your schedule." Thomas said handing me a piece of paper, "I made sure that you share some of your classes with Patton." I took the paper and glanced to the side at the sunshine boy who was grinning wide and I let out a groan.

"Fine." I said standing up, grabbing my things "can I go now?"

Thomas nodded and Patton smiled and reached out to grab my arm, I flinched and pulled away before he had the chance. Patton pulled his hand away with a frown before his face morphed back into a smile.

"Come on!" Patton said, bouncing on his toes a little "I'll show you to your classes!" He skipped out of the office and I followed behind at a slower pace.

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I let out a long sigh, it has been a long day and it was only 11:40! I only had three classes so far and had three more to go. But first, I had lunch and Patton was going to introduce me to his friends. I am not a social person, I am an introvert. Not only that but I have huge social anxiety. And if these "friends" were anything like Patton then they would be super bouncy and bubbly. The type of people who'd ask way too many questions, and don't understand when a person doesn't feel like talking. It's not that Patton wasn't nice, he just could be overwhelming at times and I don't think I can handle multiple people just like him.

Patton led me into the cafeteria with a skip in his step, rambling on about something. I wasn't paying attention. We stopped at a table towards the back and I looked up to see that the table was empty except for two people.

"Virgil," Patton said, "these are my friends." He gestured to the first teen, "this is Logan Jones."

"Salutations" Logan greeted.

"And this is-" Patton started to say before the second boy interrupted him.

"I'm Prince Roman!" He said and Virgil was taken aback by how loud he was.

"Roman" Logan said, "your last name is supposed to go after your first name." Roman rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed, and Patton giggled as if this was normal.

"Roman, Logan" Patton said, sitting down and I slowly followed "this is Virgil Storm."

"Ah yes," Roman said, "the foster child your dad decided to take in." I couldn't tell whether or not Roman was trying to be harsh or not.

"Yup!" Patton said cheerfully.

It wasn't long before the three friends began to eat while talking about various topics; I took this time to examine Patton's friends. Logan had a very professional look to him. He wore a long-sleeved, button up, navy blue shirt.

Roman's outfit, on the other hand, was full out outrageous. He wore a black shirt underneath a jacket. The jacket was red with white sleeves and gold accents, the type of thing that you'd expect to be part of a costume for a play or something. It was clear that Roman took his last name very seriously because, honestly the jacket looked like something that a prince would wear (if a prince went to high school anyways).

Even so, I was relieved that the two weren't like Patton as I had originally thought.

"Virgil," Logan said, catching me off guard "what classes do you have next?" I pulled my schedule and let him look over it. "Ah, it seems that we have Calculus together." Roman looked over Logan's shoulder.

"Then a free period and Art." Roman added before looking up at me "why are you taking Art?" The way Roman said this question it was clear he was trying to be either harsh or accusing, probably both. And now I had two options; the first was ignore him, the second was to show this prince dude what he was dealing with. I chose the second option.

"Oh you know," I said with my signature smirk "art and Theatre are just so easy and pointless that it'll be an easy A." Roman let out a gasp, clearly insulted.

"Theatre is not an 'easy A'" he said, "it takes creativity and talent which is something I doubt you have!"

I felt hurt at the insult and but I shook it away, standing up I grabbed my bag and ripped the paper out of Roman's hand and quietly left without saying a word. As I walked the teen's words kept running through my head, while they hurt I wasn't surprised at them.

After all, no one cared about me. And why would they? I was useless. 

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A/N: Hope you all enjoyed that chapter! I am sorry to all you Lighting Thief Musical who have been enjoying the references to the songs in the chapter titles for the lack of a said reference in this chapter's title. 

My reason for this is that I couldn't find a line from one of the songs that fit this chapter. I do promise that I'll use lines from the LTM songs in the chapter titles when I see fit. I am also planning of making references to songs that I find fit this story. Anyways hope you guys enjoyed my mini Ted Talk. 

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