6:15 my alarm went off, I got up washed my face, brushed my teeth, and put on my clothes. I decided to wear an Iron Maiden shirt. I was having a really bad sinking feeling and my hands were shaking. My dad said it was time to leave so I went upstairs threw on my sweater and put my drumsticks in my back pack (for some reason I always felt better if I had them) I went back downstairs and we left to the school. My parents never questioned why I wore my sweater, they figured it was just some weird kid phase I was going through. I said bye to my dad as he dropped me off. As soon as he left I put my hood up, and started walking towards the school. I had my head down and my hair covered my eyes so no one could really see where I was looking. I pulled out my phone to see what time it was 7:20, ten more minutes till class started. I decided to walk to my first class to see if I could get a seat. I walked in and there was some other kids already there, they all seemed to know eachother cause they were in a little group. I saw one of them look at me weird, I didn't mind though I always got those looks. I got a seat in the back of the class, the tables we sat at had two chairs do I knew someone would be sitting next to me. The bell rang and more kids started coming in. I was labeling all them off in my head, slut, jock, nerd, weirdo, I know I shouldn't do that but everyone does. Right as the bell rang a kid walked in, he was short like 5'4, hazel eyes, and chin length black hair, with a lip ring, he has head down but was looking around for a seat. He saw the one next to me and started walking this way, in my head I started freaking out, and I don't know why. He approached the table and asked "do you mind if I sit next to you?" I nodded my head yea. I could see that there was fear and nervousness in his voice. He was also wearing a Misfits shirt and torn jeans. After he sat down, the teacher walked in. She went over the rules and the things were gonna be learning in math. When the last 10 minutes of class arrived she handed us a sheet, it said "get to know your neighbor!" I turned to my "neighbor" and started asking him questions. I was so nervous and probably made myself look like a fool but I was actually talking to him. I learned that his name is Frank, he's 15 like me, his birthday is four days after mine, me and him both have the same taste in music, he plays guitar, and the more we talked, he seemed to not be so afraid of me. I was also starting to calm down. After he told me about him I told him about myself. When there was 2 minutes of class left the teacher told us to pass the papers forward and after that she told us to shake hands with our neighbor. I shook Franks and he sorta let out a small smile to me. "Nice to meet you Frank." I said with a smile to him. "Nice to meet you too Robert."