September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary:

Arthur sat on the steps of Heta High, writing in his diary as he sat with his friend Feliciano. He was happy to be there, a small bit of peace before the real monsters came.

I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but—here we are! First day of senior year! And uh... I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself—what happened?

Arthur looked around at the cafeteria where curses and insults were being slung across the room. "Freak!" "Slut!" "Burnout!" "Bug-eyes!" "Poser!" "Lard-ass!" Just to name a few.

We were so tiny, happy and shiny
Playing tag and getting chased

Arthur looked at his overly cheerful Italian friend, who seemed unaffected by all the yelling. "Freak!" "Slut!" "Loser!" "Shortbus!" Some hit Arthur right where it hurt, but Feliciano was a place of pure innocence.

Singing and clapping, laughing and napping
Baking cookies, eating paste

Arthur smiled as he recalled how happy everyone was in Kindergarten, when Ludwig and Feliciano were in love. It was beautiful... "Bull-dyke!" "Stuck-up!" "Hunchback!"

Then we got bigger, that was the trigger
Like the Huns invading Rome

Arthur went to get some water while writing and ran straight into someone. "Oh sorry!" He sighed as he continued to write.

Welcome to my school, this ain't no high school
This is the Thunderdome
Hold your breath and count the days, we're graduating soon

Arthur walked back and sat with Feliciano as the whole cafeteria seemed to yell. "White trash!" He sighed and shook his head. "College will be paradise, if I'm not dead by June!" The Brit muttered to himself.

But I know, I know, life can be beautiful
I pray, I pray for a better way
If we changed back then, we could change again
We can be beautiful...

Arthur watched as a brute blonde knocked a man with glasses onto the floor. "Ow!" He yelled. Arthur huffed, "Just not today!" He walked over to help the other man. "Hey, Are you alright?" The man pushed him away. "Get away, Nerd!" Arthur flinched back, "Oh, O-Okay." Then the yelling rang out again. "Freak!" "Slut!" "Cripple!" "Idiot!" "Idiot!" "Idiot!"

Things will get better soon as my letter
Comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown
Wake from this coma, take my diploma
Then I can blow this town
Dream of ivy-covered walls and smoky French cafés

Arthur ran into Ludwig, bumping into the German's back. "Watch it!" Arthur growled and scribbled down the next sentence in a bustle of fury. "Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze!" Arthur's gaze shifts to Feliciano, who's having a friendly conversation with their friend Kiku and his gaze softens. That is until Ludwig flips his diary onto the floor. "Ooooops!"

Ludwig Beilschmidt.

Third year as linebacker and eighth year of smacking lunch trays and being a huge dick!

Ludwig growls at him. "What did you say to me, skank?" Arthur aqueaked. "N-Nothing!'

But I know, I know, Life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray, For a better way. We were kind before, We can be kind once more. We can be beautiful.

There was a tap on Arthur's shoulder, causing him to whip around and see a cute little Italian. "Hey Feli!" The Italian smiled back. "Hey!"

Feliciano Vargas. My best friend since diapers.

Feliciano looked up at the Brit as he helped clean up the diary. "We on for movie night?" Arthur nodded, "You're on Jiffy Pop detail." Feliciano's eyes lit up as he seemed to bounce up and down. "I rented the Princess Bride!" Arthur chuckled, slinging his arm around Feliciano. "Again? Wait... Don't you have that memorized by now?" Feliciano's face burnt in embarrassment as he shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending..." Then suddenly Mathias Køhler came up behind Feliciano and knocked his tray onto the floor. "FELI VARG-ASS! WIDE LOAD! HOOONK!" He then began to laugh hysterically.

Mathias Køhler. Quarterback. He is the smartest guy on the football team. Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf...

"Alright!" Mathias was still laughing as Arthur was fuming. "Hey! Pick that up! Right now!" Mathias stopped his laughing and waltzed over to Arthur. "I'm sorry... Are you actually talking to me?" Arthur wasn't phased by the cool kid act that Mathias was putting up. "Yes, I am. I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend. You're a high-school has-been waiting to happen, a future gas station attendant." Mathias only leaned close and pointed between Arthur's humongous eyebrows. "You have a zit right there." He and Ludwig then began to laugh their asses off. Dear Diary:

Why.

Some other kids stared at the scene. 'Why do they hate me?' 'Why don't I fight back?' 'Why do I act like such a creep?' 'Why won't he date me?' 'Why did I hit him?' And there was a single phrase that lurked deep inside every kid's mind. 'Why do I cry myself to sleep? Somebody hug me! Somebody fix me! Somebody save me!'

Send me a sign, God. Give me some hope, here. Something to live for!

Suddenly, The lunchroom seemed to go quiet. In stepped three gorgeous men. Every step they made seemed to hush more and more people as they gained the attention of millions of their peers.

And then there's the Bad Touch Trio. They float above it all.

First was an albino German man in a yellow suit and tie. His red eyes seemed to scan the room with a sense of determination and a hint of worry, but there was a sense of leadership.

Gilbert Beilschmidt, Head cheerleader. His dad is loaded - He sells engagement rings.

Next was a brunette Spaniard man who wore a green suit and tie. The emerald eyes held a false sense of cheerfulness and a self-loathing no man could understand. He looked dominating.

Antonio Jose Fernando Hernandez Carriedo Madoze De España, runs the yearbook. No discernible personality, but his mom did pay for steroids.

Finally, A blond French man with his hair tied back with a red ribbon stepped in front of them. The leader of the BTT. His blue eyes were calm and collected with a fire that burned like an eternal flame.

And Francis Bonnefoy, the Almighty. He is a mythic bitch. They're solid Teflon—never bothered, never harassed. I would give anything to be like that.

A few kids had similar thoughts to Veronica. 'I'd like to be their girlfriend' 'If I sat at their table, girls would notice me!' 'I'd like them to be nicer.' 'I'd like to kidnap a BTT and photograph him naked in an abandoned warehouse and leave him tied up for the rats.' Okay... Maybe not that last one. Although, Getting rid of them did sound quite appealing. Soon the bell rang, Arthur had been in a bathroom stall as Antonio threw up in a toilet nearby. "Grow up, Toni! Bulimia is so '87." Gilbert's eyebrows bundled together, worry for his friend building up. "Maybe you should see a doctor, Toni..." Antonio coughed up a bit more. "Yeah Gilbert, Maybe I should..."

Suddenly, Mrs. Maes walked in and raised an eyebrow. "Ah, Francis and Gilbert..." There was more vomiting from Antonio, who seemed dizzy by now. Mrs. Maes only sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "...And Antonio. Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting. You're late to class." Francis scoffed and turned to face Mrs. Maes. Arthur quickly began to forge a hall pass. This was his chance. "Antonio wasn't feeling well, We were helping him." Mrs. Maes chuckled. "Not without a hall pass. Weeks detention!" Arthur then burst in front of Francis before he could say another thing. "Actually, All four of us are out on a hall pass... Yearbook committee."

Mrs. Maes read through the slip and sighed. She fell for the forgery, and handed it back to Francis. "I see you're all listed. Hurry up and get to where you're going." Francis looked through the hall pass and hummed. "This is an excellent forgery... Who are you?" Arthur scuffled his foot. "Arthur. Kirkland. I crave a boon-" He was cut off by Francis, who became uncomfortably close. "What boon?" Arthur's face bloomed bright red. "Um. Let me sit at your table, at lunch. Just once. No talking necessary. If people think that you guys tolerate me, then they'll leave me alone..." The BTT began to laugh, as Antonio moved to be with the group. "B-Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes." Antonio raised an eyebrow and stepped forward. "What about prescription notes?" He was pulled back by Francis. "Shut up, Toni." He hung his head. "Sorry, Francis." Francis begins to encircle Arthur, hands travelling along his waist. "For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure."

Gilbert was the next to step up, a large smile on his face. "And a symmetrical face! If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important." He nodded. Antonio stepped up and nodded. "Of course you could stand to lose a few pounds." Francis was happy to step up next. "And you know, you know, you know? This could be beautiful!" He moved so Arthur could see himself in the mirror and smirked. "Mascara, Maybe some lip gloss, and we're on our way. Get this boy some blush; And Gil, I need your brush. Let's make this beautiful!" They began to chant about how beautiful Arthur would be, causing him to puff out his chest. "Okay?" Arthur nodded. "Okay!"

The next day, Lunch was hell as usual. A brunette Austrian ran into Mathias, causing him to growl. "Out of my way, geek!" The brunette gulped. "I don't want trouble!" Ludwig appeared behind him. "You're gonna die at 3pm." Roderich then backed into two girls. "Don't you dare touch me! Get away pervert!" Roderich sniffled. "What did I ever do to them?"

Who could survive this? I can't escape this! I think I'm dying!

Suddenly, The four most popular girls began to walk in. "Who's that with Francis?" There was a collective gasp as the BTT moved into the lunchroom, one by one. "Gilbert, Toni, Francis. And someone?" "Gilbert, Toni, Francis. And a babe!" "Gilbert, Toni, Francis." Feliciano's head snapped up. "Arthur?" Everyone looked at Feliciano, who shrunk before the stares. "Arthur! Arthur! Arthur!!" Suddenly Arthur burst through the BTT, a look of enthusiasm on his face.

And you know, you know, you know, Life can be beautiful. You hope, you dream, you pray, And you get your way! Ask me how it feels Lookin' like hell on wheels...

Arthur looked around at his new friends, his eyes lighting up at his own navy blue suit, complete with tie and combed hair. He admired the stares that bore into him... but then there was Feli. He watched with a broken smile, still in a form of trust with Arthur.

My god, It's beautiful. I might be beautiful... And when you're beautiful! It's a beautiful frickin' day!

Arthur began to walk around the lunchroom with his posse, before bumping into a blonde in a black trenchcoat. He looked up to see a beautiful man with blond hair and sky blue eyes, who turned to look at him. "Who are they?" He pointed at the BTT. Arthur sighed. "Those are my friends." The new man nodded, sighing. "I don't like your friends." Arthur chuckled, walking alongside him as the bell rang. "Me neither." The strange man began to walk away, Arthur grabbed his arm. "I didn't catch your name." The man chuckled. "I didn't throw it."