"Emo" was not one of the descriptors Blade would use to describe himself. Nevertheless, his classmates bombarded his image with the word, along with several homophobic slurs.

He just liked to wear darker, baggier clothing. In fact, he was more grunge than anything, and he used to correct people when they described his style as anything but. He couldn't bring himself to care anymore. His image worried him less as it became apparent that it would not be changing anytime soon. Regardless, he was often plagued by a social lethargy that prevented him from doing anything to help it.

Blade always sat in a corner of his classes or by the window. He was flunking, and bad; he spent all his time staring out into the fields surrounding the bleak high school. He was quite intelligent, but he would rather spend time on something he deemed worthy. Schoolwork was not one of those things.

Today, things were exactly as they always were. Blade sat slumped in his usual spot in the back of the class. His eyes roamed the fields outside, taking in the bleak grey sky and dying grass that made this place feel familiar.