Tango's Perspective-

"Aw, you look so nice." Tango's mother admired her son as he put on his fancy uniform.

"Mom, this literally has a tie as a part of the uniform. Are you sure I belong here? Why can't I just go with Jimmy?" Tango pouted a bit, trying to undo the tie that his mother had put on.

"Stop messing with it, leave it be." She lightly hit his wrist and Tango stuck out his tongue but rested his arms at his sides. "Just smile for a quick picture and I'll drive you to school."

"Fine." Tango sighed but stood in front of the great tree out in their front yard and smiled.

"Nicely, sweetie. Open your eyes, you have such pretty eyes."

"Mom, they're literally gray."

"And it's just as rare as redheads, which is why you're never wearing colored contacts." Tango's mother said, taking a couple pictures of her son before motioning to the car.

"Finally." Tango sighed, collapsing into the back seat and throwing his bag next to him.

About twenty minutes later and a long car line, Tango had arrived at Northridge Middle School.

"Have a good day, alright? You got this." Tango's mother smiled encouragingly, and Tango couldn't help the grin that formed on his face.

"See? There's that beautiful smile. Just do that for my photos next time, okay?"

Tango snorted. "You know that's never happening."

"A mom can try." She sighed fondly and kissed his forehead.

Tango stepped out of the car and his feet met the pavement of the new school.

Older kids were walking into the gates, ties up to their boy's necks and skirts down to girl's ankles.

Tango followed them, unconsciously fixing his tie to have the long side in front of the shorter one.

The school, overall, wasn't anything too fancy. It was the eight general buildings with a lunchroom and gymnasium (that came with a huge track field). Quite a bit of it was outside though, which the students appreciated.

Some kids sat in the middle quadrant that had benches and tiles on the ground with names of retired teachers.

Tango started to wander, looking for the library since that seemed like a nice place to start his day, but he couldn't find it.

He turned the corner at the building closest to the gate leading to the bus loop. As kids crowded around and practically ran to the lunchroom to get free breakfast, Tango got shoved out of the way and he fell onto the ground.

"Woah! You okay?"

Tango glanced up and saw a much taller male reach a helpful hand.

"As best as I can be." Tango sighed, taking the hand and standing up. He looked at the person who helped him and saw him carrying an instrument case.

"You play an instrument?" Tango pointed at it.

"Oh, this is my friend's, I play the drums." He said, "Why? Do you play?"

"Not really, I've never dabbled in music." Tango shrugged, following the guy towards the music building.

"Really? You seem like a band kid. Are you a year seven?"

"No, I'm in sixth grade." Tango said and the guy's eyes widened.

"Oh jeez, good luck." He chuckled before waving his hand. "Actually no, ignore that. Here, I'll be your friend so then you don't gotta sit alone."

Tango looked surprised and the guy grinned.

"I'm Skizz, what's your name?"

"Tango."

"Sick." Skizz fist bumped Tango before holding the door open to the band classroom. "After you." He motioned.

Tango hesitated before stepping inside.