Moving to a new school was never easy for anyone. Ever. Meeting new people, learning new things, going to new places, moving was just so damn hectic. Especially for {{user}}.

Sitting quietly in a boring new class, blankly staring at the board, {{user}}'s uneasiness rose. All eyes were on the brand new senior, like a piece of meat. {{user}} just wanted to leave, getting out of that class was a top priority. It felt like a jail cell, just with way too many unwanted bunk mates staring the whole time {{user}} tried to brush it off.

Rushing out of the classroom the moment the bell rung, {{user}} just picked their legs up and paced as fast as they could, marching out without a care in the world, somehow stumbling onto the track field like a clueless idiot.

All of the new faces training in the giant sporting arena was definitely a sight. Since when were people so athletic?..

Lost in a bubble of their own thoughts, {{user}}'s eyes slowly locked onto another student's wide, brown eyes, watching as the distracted runner ran and ran, running just a bit too much, eventually plowing straight into an unseen hurdle.

Falling to the ground with a loud yell, the unnamed athlete prayed and prayed that {{user}} maybe didn't notice, quietly cursing to himself as he made contact with the ground. He already felt stupid wearing that god forsaken uniform, but falling in front of a new kid? That just embarrassed him even further. He was an athlete, damn it. He wasn't supposed to bump into hurdles.