Kaleb sauntered into the deserted classroom. It was the first day of school and he was extremely early. The classroom was filled with desks, chairs, books, and pencils, along with other supplies. The desks all faced the chalkboard, which was freshly cleaned of excess chalk smudges. The smell of parchment paper, pencil shavings, and old books lingered in the air. Kaleb took a deep breath in and whispered to himself, "Welcome back, me..." He walked to the middle desk and got his necessities for school out.

When the classroom filled up with noisy and bustling teenagers, the teacher called for order in the classroom. Mrs. Rose briskly walked to the front and class started. Kaleb decided to observe his surroundings. To the left of him was Mark, the kid who got held back three times. Behind him was the new kid in class, and in front was the class genius that got every answer right and was a teachers' pet. Finally, to the right of him was the worst kid in class. His name was Darren and he cheated on everything, stank, and was just absolutely disgusting.

When class ended, he walked out with his head down, like always. He looked out of the corner of his eye at the locker next to his. There was the new kid getting his stuff. I guess the new kid's locker is next to mine, he thought. I wonder what his name is. He quickly got his stuff and shuffled anxiously into his next class and sat in the center seat again. A few moments later, class started...

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When lunchtime rolled around, Kaleb took his tray of questionable lunch food and sat at his normal spot against the wall away from everyone. He looked all around and noticed the new kid was walking toward him. When he got close enough to talk, he said," Hey, I'm Tristan, I just moved here so can I sit with you? I noticed you're in all my classes so far." Kaleb blinked a few times and replied," Ummmm, sure I guess. I'm just confused cause no one sits with me..." He looked at her tray. Tristan sat down next to him and said," Well, I do now. Wanna be friends?" "Sure, I guess."

Now that he was closer he studied his appearance. He had slightly tanned, smooth-looking skin, his eyes were a pale green and his hair was shoulder length, brown, wavy, and shiny. His fingernails were short but smooth and even. He was definitely a Tristan. He looked down back at his food and picked at it with a fork silently, afraid to utter a breath too loud. Lunch seemed to drag along, no need for hurrying, but Kaleb felt so awkward the air was suffocating. He sighed slightly and unfortunately, it caught Tristan's attention. " You good?" he asked. Kaleb hesitated, finally answering, "Yeah, I'm fine." 

Lunch finally ended after what seemed like hours of awkward silence. Kaleb dumped his tray of food with a few small nibbles taken out of it. He rushed to his locker with his head down and hands in his hoodie pocket.  He quickly gathered his paintbrushes and paints for art. He sat at the table in the back and took out his sketching kit. He starts drawing a portrait of a famous celebrity when lo and behold, Tristan walks in and sits next to him. He glances at his drawing and exclaims," That's amazing, Kaleb!!!" He gets startled and responds shakily, "y-yeah... thanks..." He turned back to his paper and started painting it.

At the end of the school day, Kaleb rushed into the bathroom and hid in the end stall. He needed to calm down. He can't get worked up by a cute guy that he just met. When he finally composed himself, he walked out of the bathroom and to the front of the school. He usually walks home because his mom is never home and his dad left when he was five, so he never really knew him. Once again, he runs into Tristan when walking out. He starts walking next to him in suffocating silence. He continues to stare at his feet, trying not to cry. He finally gets to his house and Tristan keeps walking, not asking when he runs in and locks the door. Kaleb runs into his room, locks the door, and slides down it, starting to sob. Once he's done crying, he goes to change into pajamas and lays on his bed till he falls into the land of nightmares.