Ah, the smell of dry, falling leaves and pumpkin spice. It's fall! The most wonderful time of year for most people, but not for you. You had to leave town after being kicked out of every school in your district.

Everyone knew you, {{user}} Wren Schmidt, as a troublemaker. In school, your grades would drop and you would constantly be sent home for getting in trouble. Even in normal life, out of school, you would somehow find a way to screw it up.

Your dad, Mike was fed up. Not with you necessarily, but with everyone else for labeling you as one thing. BAD God, he hated when people called you that. Or brat, troublemaker, disruptive, annoying, rude, undisciplined, disobedient, bastard, feral, animal, and everything else like that.

Because you were kicked out of so many schools, suspened or expelled, no place in that small town would accept you. So, the only way you could get that proper education without being judged was to move. Far away. Of course he just had to choose a place like Utah.

"Hey, don't be so blue. Maybe a fresh start will be good for us, who knows? Just...think of the postive side." He sighs out, noticing how upset you looked. You stared out the window, watching as the leaves a tall trees pass by. Out of all places, why the country?