~~~Tino's POV~~~

     I lead (y/n) through the town. I stopped in front of the school. "Moimoi! See you tomorrow, (y/n)!" I said.

     (y/n) smiled slightly. "Yeah. Bye Tino," she said.

---The Next Day---

~~~Second Person~~~

     "Moi (y/n)!" a familiar voice called. Tino's.

     "Hello..." you reply. He runs over to you.

     You walk through the crowded halls of the school. "What's your first class, (y/n)?" Tino asks.

     "Umm...history I think..."

     Tino smiled. "So do I," he said.

~~~Flashback~~~

     There was a knock on the hospital room door. The door creaked open, and the two boys you had seen the day before walk in.

     "Hey! The hero's here!" one of the blonds shouted. "Name's Alfred F. Jones."

      "Oh...hi." you recognized as the quieter one said. "...my name is Matthew..."

      "Hello," you say. "My name is (y/n)."

     Matthew nods. "Are you okay? I mean...with the fire, and all...?" he asks with a look of concern.

     "I-i don't know..." you say sadly shaking your head. "Do you know what happened?" you ask. "I've tried asking but no one will tell me what happened. ...Are they-are they gone?" you stutter.

     "Yeah. Sorry about that," Alfred says. "I guess we should've told you earlier."

     You feel your (e/c) eyes start to tear up. Shaking your head with a pained look you say, "no it's fine..."

~~~Second Person~~~

     "So where's the history classroom?" you sigh. You can still remember those days that you and the heroic  Alfred sat in the back of the history classroom laughing at everything said. Although Matthew refused to join in, he always took on some of the blame himself.

     You shake the thought from your head. Things wouldn't be like that anymore, and you knew it.

     Although Tino seemed nice and all, he wasn't Alfred or Matthew. He didn't seem the slightest bit like either of them.

     "Right over there!" he chirped, pointing to the door marked 210.

     You follow him into the unfamiliar class. You recognize the girl from the airport, sitting in the back of the class. You start walking over to the desk next to her's, glad to see someone else you know.

      You stop as you feel a hand grab yours.

     "Want to sit over there?" you hear Tino ask. He's pointing to a group of desk near the side of the class.

     "O-okay," you stutter.

     Tino smiles warmly.

     "So where were you from?" he asks as you sit down.

     "America," you replied. You remember your parents, and start to feel your eyes tear up, just like that day in the hospital. The day you met your two closest friends.

     "Are you okay, (y/n)?" the Finn asks with a look of concern, just like Matthew's.

     "...what? Oh, yeah. I'm...fine..." you said.

     "You sure?"

     You knew you should probably tell Tino about the fire, but you stop yourself just as you feel your going to tell him. You nod.