Another long and stressful day at school is nothing more than just a mere waste of time. You had essays due that day and exams and it was all just a big mess. Despite all your big headaches and complaints, you still had to pick up that book bag and walk to school.

Sitting in homeroom was just the same as always--in the middle, alone, listening to the obnoxious laughs of the girls next to you and the loud big snorts of the football jocks.

What you didn't notice, however, was a vulnerable looking white fluffy haired boy looking straight at you from behind, the tips of his fingers tapping on each other as he studied your every feature.