He walked into the new school with a long exhale, he was almost finished school, why the fuck didn't his parents wait until he graduated to do the move? As is, he's in Canada, America's hat. He used to laugh at it but now he finds it annoying as fuck. He's almost eighteen for fuck's sake, he didn't want to be here and they probably didn't want him here either. He walks past a class where there are two kids in the back fighting over a pencil. Why a pencil of all things? He sits down in his English class, he can already tell the teacher is a bitch. She didn't introduce him to the class, that was cool. He didn't want to stand up and talk about himself to people he didn't know. That sounded gay as hell. He tried really hard to space out, and he managed for the whole class. His work done and his notes in front of him. Well fuck, he's probably never gonna be able to do that again, but it would be cool. 

Michael walked down the steps and waited for the bus, he lived pretty far from the school at this point. He hated this, why won't life just kill him already?