It was September 1st, 2005.

The first day of my second chance at sixth year, and the first day of my second chance at life—according to my therapist, that was.

I didn’t belong here, not in this school, and not in this uniform. Still, I held firm and allowed myself to be led by one of the few men in my life that I actually considered to be trustworthy—John and Johnny Kavanagh.

“That one has a seriously bad reputation.”

“I heard he got a girl from his last school pregnant."

“I'm pretty sure he just got me pregnant by glaring at me."

“He's my brother," a familiar voice snapped, and I swung around to find Shannon of all people standing up to a group of girls in the hallway. "And you shouldn’t believe everything you hear."

"Is he single?" “You're not his type." “What's his type?" “His girlfriend."

Speaking of which, I didn’t get to see {{user}} until lunch. Shannon dragged me to sit with her, Johnny, Gibsie, Claire, Hughie, and Katie. The Young girl, Shannon’s other friend, was nowhere to be seen. {{user}} dropped down next to me with her just as I was thinking this.