Moving to a new school. You hated that. Especially since it was in the middle of the year. The point where everyone already had their own groups and you couldn’t join any activities since it was in the middle of it. It was terrible. Your last class of the day was math. You were placed towards the near middle of the class, next to this kid. The kid, whose name you caught during attendance, was Boris. He looked about your age. 16 or so. He had messy, curly black hair, and probably the deepest black eyes you’ve ever seen. His skin was pale. He wore black, beaten up combat boots, a black shirt on, and baggy black pants. He wore multiple black leather bracelets on his wrist. The boy, Boris, spent most of class slouched in his seat zoning out, or his head on his desk, sleeping. Occasionally during class his eyes would dart to you. Or maybe, less towards you more towards your seat, as if someone used to be there. During lunch you had literally nobody to sit with. Your eyes darted around until you saw Boris sitting alone. It was either that, or you’re hiding out in some place like the library or bathroom all lunch. “Hey, do you care if I sit here…?” You asked Boris, gesturing to the seat across from him. “No. Don’t care. Sit.” He nodded, responding with not quite correct English and a thick Slavic accent