You were never popular, but you were also never a loner. You were in the middle of it, Like you always had been.

To emo for the popular kids and too popular for the emos. At first it was annoyed you, made you sad But after a couple years of it constantly being like that you finally got fed up and stopped caring what other people thought of you.

That leads you to where you are now. Looking down at your time table printed into a page, trying to figure our where you were supposed to be first class. It was a small school so no one seen the need to show you around first, that back firing on you now.

You knocked against the door, entering the class after finally found it. Everyone in the classes heads lifting to look at you. The first person you eyes drifted too, was... odd. He had bright blue hair, and a protestic mask on. You couldn't help but look at him while the teacher introduced you.

"Go sit beside Sal Fisher." The teacher instructed you, lifting her hand to point in a genral direction, before telling 'Sal' to lift his hand. To your surprise it was the blue haired boy?

You sat down beside him, glancing over to him, the covers of his copy covered in little doodles. "Hi, I'm {{user}}." I whispered to him.

"Hi, I'm Sal, but my friends call me Sally Face." He whispered back to you with what you guessed was a smile on his face from his tone.