" Hey new guy again what's up?" Lance said as though he thought I was his friend some how. " Uh nothing " I answered back in the same rustic voice as normal. " So uh I never really caught your name" he rather stated rather than asked. " It's Royce, Royce York " I said and glanced over at him not really wanting to talk. I normally don't talk much anyway, I mean Lance is an ok guy( and not completely annoying)but unless I'm on a sugar high or I really like you I may not say more that five words to you in a day.

Next some lady wearing a blue blouse and wore rectangular spectacles that looked too small for her relatively pudgy face. The annoying sound of microphone frequency issued around the auditorium in a high pitch frequency and several kids groaned from the abrupt sound. " Hello students!" the lady said with a gleefully and high pitched voice that sounded like a mouse's squeak. " We are going to have a great year together" she said and then continued talking but I didn't really listen, I don't think anybody was really paying attention. Not even Lance who sat next me staring at the ceiling as if he expected it to suddenly collapse.

Soon enough the uneventful ensemble finished and everyone filed down the stands. Once again I felt that odd sensation of being looked at and looked up to see the three of the Greasers looking at me, trying to figure me out, but believe me the last thing I wanted to be was some wannabe Al Capone, thank you very much. I also noticed the Cheerleaders staring at me. They all kind of looked the same, all had "perfect" faces, highlights, and who knows what else. Lance walked ahead of me to go talk to the girl with the ponytail that I had seen earlier. " Hey Info " Lance greeted the girl who now on closer inspection was actually of good looking, which is hard to find in a dump like this." Aye Lance, how's it " This Info girl said then turned to look at me " Aye it's Royce York right? From Texas ? The kid that spray painted a teacher's office green." the girl said with a playful smirk, but what she said kind of baffled me. How did she know my name, where I was from and the fact that I did remodel one of my teacher office entirely with the color green?

" Uh yeah... How do you know all that ?" I asked confused by her. She just smiled at me with her straight white teeth " Honey, I could know everything about anybody at this school if I wanted too" She said in an almost mocking tone but I don't think she was trying be rude. " Right..." I just said standing back a bit. How could she know about everybody already? Lance just kind of stood there with a little smirk on his face but then a loud bell started to ring. " Oh well nice to get to meet you in person, but I have to go to Math class, bye guys" She said and turned to leave.

I turned to Lance " Who was she?" I asked pointing over my shoulder with my thumb towards the direction where that strange girl named Info left. " That's my friend Info, she's the best hacker I know. That being said, she can figure out anything about anyone, and everyone has some sort of dirty little secret. Well at least the important people do at this school" Lance answered. Then it all kind of began to make sense. The Jocks hadn't been messing with her because she likely knew something about all of them that no one else did. Just like the cheerleaders weren't making fun of her normal clothes like they did to everyone else.

That was actually a pretty smart tactic to survive at this school. Very smart indeed and also very resourceful as well. " Well that's different " I stated and looked downwards at Lance who I now noticed was kind of short. I mean not short like 5 foot nothing short but still shorter than me. " Yeah it is a bit different but she's pretty nice as long as you don't piss her off" Lance said shrugging his shoulders and putting his hands in his pockets. " Wasn't planning on it" I answered then started walking out of the auditorium.

This school didn't exactly look like an artful masterpiece but it still looked better than the boys dorm, smelt better too. The school hallways had white tiled floors and the walls were painted cobalt blue. There were dark grey lockers lining the walls as well as numerous different posters. Then I remembered that I needed to go get my schedule from the office like Mr. Langstrome had told me. " Hey Lance where's the office?" I asked him and he pointed down a hallway to my left "Wall down there then take a right" Lance answered and I nodded my thanks. Then offered a quick goodbye and started walking down the hallway Lance had pointed to and soon enough took a right and saw the front office.

I quickly walked in and saw two women sitting behind a desk, one was the same plump lady who spoke at the ensembly. The second lady was a skinny blonde woman with a narrow face and a skinny body. " Uh do you guys have my schedule?I'm new here " I asked and took a step towards the desk area where they sat. The blonde one looked up at my with big pale blue eyes " Ah yes Mr.York I have your schedule right here" she said and looked through a couple papers before pulling out a specific and handing it to me. " Thanks" I said then walked out.

Some of you may be wondering why I was being so nice to these office women and wasn't being a little brat like I could have been or why I hadn't beat up Lance yet? Well there's a reason I don't hang out with those brainless Jocks, even though I could fit in there easily. I'm only rude and offensive with the people that deserve and I don't pick on the weak since that's just cowardly. Besides those two ladies at the front desk already work at this piece of crap wasteland so they don't need a kid like me making their lives any worse. I'd rather do that to someone who deserves it, it's more fun that way. Same thing goes with Lance, why bother beating him up and crushing anything that's left of his self esteem ? Sounds like a waste of time to me, besides Lance seems decent enough and decent people are hard to come by.

Anyway, I looked at my schedule and saw that my first class was English with Mrs. Sessums, room 205. English I always thought was an idiotic class, why bother learning a language I already know. I can already write if you couldn't tell already and who needs to learn how to write. Did the teachers here actually think we would become the next Shakespeare or something. I mean look at that Jeff Kinney guy, his writing is not much above a second grader's and he has like 8 bestselling books about a wimpy kid at school.

I honestly probably would have spiked this class if it wasn't for the prefect that was walking down the hall. " Hey you there! You're supposed to be in class boy, get going!" The large prefect man ordered. This guy had to weigh 270 and could be Marshawn Lynch's twin brother. Where do they get these guys I thought to myself as I made my way down the hall toward room 205. Some of you may be wondering why I haven't already blown the school up and left this trash heap, well you can't exactly walk out the front door of these kind of places. Plus I am in no hurry to deal with my mom and step dad again.

Soon enough, I saw room 205 and I opened the wooden door to see the English classroom. It was like any other classroom with desks lined up in rows, a whiteboard at the front, and a bunch of teens sitting at the desks. To bad most of the teens were either soon to be criminals or scrawny little dorks.

They all looked at me when I walked in and then I turned to see the teacher, Mrs.Sessums. She had to be the weirdest looking woman I had ever seen, worse than any of the plastic Hollywood people too. This lady had a pug like face with an abruptly large nose that was contorted in an awkward angle. Her thin pink lips were pulled into a straight line and she had these beady eyes that seemed as lifeless as a ragdolls. She looked like the kind of lady that enjoyed watching die for fun.

Suddenly her black doll eyes zoned in on me from where she sat behind her desk. Have you ever wondered what Satan's wife looked like? Well she's staring right at me.