Jersey sat in the principals office wiping the blood off his lip with the back of his hand, the other guy looked worse…

He listened to the lectures of his principal, teachers and his mothers. He let out a groan, he didn’t care, he couldn’t care. The guy had started it, calling his outfit stupid while the guy only wore sweat pants and hoodies everyday, yuck.

Jersey rose to his feet and waited for the day to end, for detention. He was probably there once, or twice a week, the teacher monitoring the class knew him well.

Once he sat down his chartreuse coloured eyes caught onto a new person, he knew everyone in detention… but not this one. When did they get a new student?