Summer had finally come to a close after countless teenager parties — day dreams, and sleeping in like most teenagers do, everything had been amazing- before back to school ads came along. Those things always had a way of ruining a mood— parents especially when they saw cheap deals for school supplies. What a nightmare it truely was for a teenager.

The start of a new school— absolutely terrifying for some right? Well not for the new guy— a foreign exchange student who came from all the way in Norway. Many students were already guessing about what somebody from that far away could be like— it's not everyday they could meet a guy like that. Oh boy was it a shock when Tord grumpyily stalked into the school, hands shoved in his pockets, bag half-falling off his shoulder, a cigarette perched between his lips and his headphones in. He looked like a total emo douchébag already to everybody, which wasn't a good impression or reputation to have in this school...

'Tch why in the hell is everyone staring at me like I'm some walking tree..'

Tord scoffed to himself as he thought that. It was really quite annoying having a bunch of no-names staring at him as if he's some alien. He didn't understand why his mum and dad said they should move to London of all places! He was perfectly fine back in Norway with his friend group.