I'm awoken by the beeping of my alarm, I groan and wack at the stupid thing trying to turn it off.

"You slept for like hours, you missed lunch and the 'orientation,'" Roman says, I groan again, "Don't worry, I collected your timetable," He hands me a piece of paper, I moan and take it, I sit up and look at my room-mate, his hair was messy and he was heading for the bathroom on his side of the room, I groan and manage to get up.

Roman comes out dressed and drying his hair with a towel.

"No hair drier?" I ask smirking, he grins.

"No, I don't have the money," He grabs his bag and phone, "see ya at art," he leaves. I quickly get up and grab a pair of jeans and a shirt, I realized that I was still in my clothes from yesterday. Well of course I was still in my clothes I didn't expect anyone to change me. I walk over to my bathroom and quickly get changed, I look at myself in the small mirror on the wall and groan, if there was a contest for the messiest looking person, I was sure I'd win, my hair was tangled and the clothes were choking me, I had better get changed if I was gonna feel, even slightly, confident. Urgh!

I stumble to my first class, art class, and take a seat up the back, I see Roman sitting with one of his friends near the front, the teacher starts. I sit bored tapping my pencil on my leg, I have this sudden -and familiar- urge to run out of the class and hide in my room, I manage to push it down, I see Roman whisper to his friend, they both look up at me, I look away and try to do something else while the teacher mumbles on, I decide to draw, I look at the piece of paper on my desk and start drawing, I let the flow of the pencil take me away. By the time everyone else started drawing I had finished, I looked down at the portrait I'd drawn, I didn't know who it was, but it was someone, someone I'd created. I stood up and managed to hand the portrait to the teacher, he stared at it then nodded, not knowing what to do I sat back down at my desk and waited. Roman came up next to me.

"so... what did you draw?" he asks, I don't know why he's asking.

"Um... just a portrait,"

"Of who?" he asks pushing my shoulder.

"No one, just a portrait," the bell rings and I push past Roman and leave. I want to go hide in my bed. As I go through the cafeteria Logan walks by.

"Ah, Virgil I wanted to talk to you," Logan fixes up his tie, I nod for him to continue, "Patton wants you to come over and 'hang out,' if you want to," Logan pulled out a card with the words 'hang out' written on It I nodded, Logan turns and sits down at his table, he obviously doesn't know how to talk to people, well that makes two of us. I pull out my timetable and check me next class. I am out of here, chem does not mix well for me, I'm going to change my classes, like what the fuck, why don't we get to chose our classes, oh wait, I was asleep. I scrunch up the timetable and chuck it into the closest bin and run off to my room, if anything I wasn't going to do more of this, life sucks and I'm not telling why. holy shit I wanna die.