Robotics was pretty good, better than I expected. Stacy, Stampy, Dan, and I immediately became friends. They were awesome builders too! Probably the best in the class. Mr. End was pretty cool too...despite his, um, strange moments. Whenever he wanted the class to be silent he would start singing. And I guess the class hated it because each time they immediately shut up. I kinda wanted him to finish his song, but he never did.

Anyway, after robotics it was lunch, and Gil and I agreed to eat at the same table we did yesterday doing homework. It was outside right near the main building.

I smiled and waved at Gil once I spotted him, and he did the same, gesturing for me to come over. I sat down across the table from him and took out my lunch.

"Hey Lukas, how's your second day going so far?" He asked. "I mean, besides the fact that you probably pissed off the baddest person here."

There was that feeling again. Something spinning in my stomach. Suddenly I didn't feel so hungry anymore. I placed the peanut butter sandwich back in my gray lunchbox, waiting for a flick of regret.

"Well, it's taking a turn downhill now that you've said that." I said, biting my lip and shrugging. He gave me an apologetic look.

"Sorry, I just can't stop thinking about it, you know?" Gil replied, before taking a bite of his cafeteria pizza, stopping and scrunching his nose at the taste, and then shrugging it off. I placed my arms on the table and sighed, burying my head in them.

"Look Gil, I've already decided what I'm going to do." I exclaimed, voice muffled by my clothes.

"You have?"

I rose my head up and looked at him, letting out a breath.

"Go with the flow. If something happens, I'll deal with it." I replied, running a hand through my hair. He just looked at me, as if he were thinking hard.

"You're talking about dealing with Jesse Lynn, do you need me to remind you who she is again?" He asked incredulously, taking another bite out of his pizza.

"Don't worry," I replied, giving him a forced smile. "I think I'm going to get reminded again real soon."

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P.E. was my final period, and heck was I grateful. Though, I wished I had eaten something before so I didn't feel so lightheaded (thanks Gil). Or maybe it was my lack of water...I can't remember.

This was my first day of P.E., so I didn't 'suit up' or change into the proper clothes that were required. I needed a locker first, and some other stuff that the teacher, Mr. Ware told me.

He was a muscular man, with dark skin and two different shades of blue shorts and shirt. He looked like one of those guys who seemed intimidating, but was actually really nice and enthusiastic when I met him.

Today I was going to get assigned a locker, and then just watch the rest of the class do their usual routine to see what they did.

Mr. Ware guided me to the boys locker room, and then gestured for me to head inside. I immediately fought the urge to gag at the smell. Like sweat and urine and-ugh, I didn't even know.

I gave him a forced smile and covered my mouth with my shirt, following him to my locker. Corridors of gray lockers of two sizes filled the room. Once we got there, the end of the last one, I held my breath before letting go of my shirt.

"Alright Lukas, this is your locker, J7." Exclaimed Mr. Ware, opening and closing my mini-sized locker. "Remember that, you'll be using it for the rest of the semester."

I nodded quickly and then pulled my shirt over my mouth again once he turned.

Notch, I was bringing nose plugs to school. How the hell can anyone stand this?!

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I sat on one of the benches in the shade near the blacktop area, where the grumbling and changed students were coming out of the locker room, reading one of the books I bought from home.

The Graveyard Book, by Neil Gaiman. It's about a kid, Nobody Owens, who's raised by the spirits of the graveyard after his family was murdered. Cool, right? I was barely at the beginning but I was already loving it.

I was halfway through page 47 when two hands landed on my shoulders. I jumped at that, my book falling next to me with a thump. My heart raced as I turned to face the culprit.

Petra grinned at me before laughing, her hair tied back in a messy ponytail wrapped in her bandanna. I shook my head at her and rolled my eyes.

"Didn't know you were in my P.E. class too." She said, leaning on the bench. I picked up my book and placed it in my backpack, making a mental note of the page number, in which I always seemed to forget.

"Me either." I replied, not unkindly.

"No offense, you're kind of a scaredy cat, or should I say, ocelot." She told me playfully and I shook my head, chuckling.

"I'm not denying it." I replied, and she just laughed again.

"Come on, I'm sure Mr. Ware won't you hanging out with us while we're working"

"But I kinda wanted to finish my bo-"

"Booke?" She finished for me, not realizing if she was saying my name or the actual book. Petra grabbed my arm as I gripped my backpack and pulled me along.

"Come on, don't be such a nerd."

I laughed weakly. I don't think I can help it.

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