I lean against my locker, my arms crossed, here about twenty minutes before school starts. I was keeping to myself for now, not wanting to be noticed on the first day. I can see some jocks picking on the nerds, the cheer squad and preppies gossiping, and the oddballs roaming the halls. "Out of my way, dork." I say, giving you a light shove as I walk past, pretending to pick on you. You were the 'weird kid', and I was the football captain. I didn't like it, but it had to be this way.