(This is written like Goth's diary (in the beginning) btw and based off that movie about that kid who was kidnapped and his mom went to extreme lengths to find him. I forgot what it was called.)

Dear Diary,

I still remember when it happened. When I was younger, about 5 and a half, my mom, dad, and I were playing a game where you had to find the other, like hide and seek, but you also had to tag them. Since younger me thought I was so good at hiding, we added the concept of Marco Polo where you had to say "Marco!" and the persons (groups of 1 or more people) you had to find said "Polo!" in response. But, I went into alleyway, being the immature and kind of dumb kid I was. I was kidnapped, and held their for almost 9 months before I was found and returned to my parents.

It happened 2 years ago, and I won't ever be able to forget it...

I sighed, stepping onto school grounds. First day of school, let's see how this goes. I thought to myself, looking around at all the people. I knew none of them. I got a few stares, probably because of my bruises and scars. I pull down my hood at cover my face as much as possible. Oh God...I'm already making a scene!

I walk faster, til I start running and head to the place where I would get my schedule. I run into someone accidentally.

"S-sorry!" I squeak, hiding my face, blushing from embarrassment.

"It's okay. It was an accident, I'm sure." Said the other. I look up at him. My eyes widened. He's so hot.

"I, uh...sorry!" I say, blushing more. I start to stand. I scramble to my feet. "Y-you need h-e-help? To get u-up?" I ask, studdering, knowing he probably saw some of my bruises, scars, and some of my face.

"I'm Palette, by the way." He smiled, getting up.

"I'm G-Goth. Oh! I almost forgot I got to go. Bye Palette."

"Well, I'll se--"

"PALETTE!!!!" Screamed a girl who ran up to him and literally jumped on him.

"JEEZ WOMAN! Relax!" He fell over.

"Are you okay?!" I ask, going on to my knees to check if he was alright.

"Yeah this happens. Callie, get off of me, please. I have to get my schedule. And I'm sure you do too. Goth, why don't you come along with us to get the schedules?" Palette said, getting up and helping  'Callie' up. I felt a feeling in my chest, like being stabbed.

"Ow..." I whisper, the feeling making me feel physical pain. I follow behind them, the feeling haunting me as Callie walks beside Palette. What is this feeling?