• A young man of 19 steps out of his uncle's truck, his pawn shop purchased I-pod blasting a song as he walked to the double glass doors of his school, North valley.

    "beaten, what for?" a voice sang over the black headphones he wore, "Can't, take, much, more!"
    "Here we go, here we go, here we go now-"
    "One, nothing wrong with me..."
    "Two, nothing wrong with me..."
    "Three, nothing wrong with me..."
    "Four, nothing wrong with me!"
    "One, something's got to give...
    "Two, something's got to give...
    "Three, something's got to give!"
    "NOOOOOW-" the music roared on as Kevin Griffin wormed his way through a crowd of students. It's a new year in school and a New year back in the school system for Kevin. Pausing the music as he went into the student's services office, he Exchanged some words with the secretaries and was given the works: a locker combination, class schedule and other bullshit Kevin wouldn't bother reading anyways.

    Stepping out he was heading down the hall, looking for his locker of course, stupid disorganized system! As he looked over his schedule, he was shoulder checked by someone, the bump made him stop and look back. Yet, all he could see where a trio of leather Jackets, each with a insignea that he didn't bother looking at. After working his way through yet another crowd of freshmen, "MOVE IT KIDS!" He snapped at a smaller bunch that scattered as the sound of his voice, Kevin had a late night at the table and had an early morning; Finally finding his locker he worked the combo, it worked but the locker door itself was stuck, thinking, heh, sticky lockers, they never change... he slammed a fist against it, the door popped open.

    Clean, dusty and full of old stickers the small locker was. He shook his head then closed the door, This would only be the time he will see the inside of that thing. pocketing the paper slip, he shouldered his backpack and walked on, weaving through a mess of new students. Looks like I got ripped off, again... his mind grumbled as he saw that he was stuck in the junior section of the school, yet he was starting his Senior year over again.

    The only place that didn't change was the library, by now he had turned his music off (well, the battery went dead on him); Taking a seat at an empty table, Kevin dug into his pack and pulled out a book, reading was the best thing in the world to his mind, as gaming was his first.

    Reading on he herd a commotion near by, "sounds like the bullies are marking their lands." he mumbled as he couldn't help himself to look up from his book. He saw a scrawny looking kid with an ancient looking back pack was being trailed by a small pack of students. One of the punks shoved the poor guy forward then he was suddenly surrounded, "******** vultures..." he stood up, book marking his novel before making his way over to the scene.


    "Look, I'm not looking for any trouble-"
    "heh, 'i'm not looking for any trouble' come on you think that text book crap going to work?" one of the four said, "come on, whats in the binder."
    "It-it's nothing for you guys would like to see."
    "what? you hiding porn in there."
    "No, but-"
    "You stashing something we can get in on?"
    "No! its just-" the leader of the pack grabbed the soft spoken freshman's binder and yanked it out of his hands. opening it, "the hell? Pok'e mon car-"
    "Is there something wrong here boys?" a voice spoke from behind the leader, all five looked at a student with his arms folded, Apparently he didn't look too happy.

    Two of the four looked at the senior and their eyes widen, unfortunately, the other three where oblivious to their reaction, "This ain't yo problem kid." the leader, conveniently the shortest of the four, spoke to Kevin like as if he came from the streets, "you should go back to your whatever before I start gettin' up in yo grill," Kevin only smirked with a faint chuckle, "We where just lookin' at-"
    "uh, Ben-"
    "Shut it."
    "Ben! You know who that is?" one of the shocked two interrupted the shorty, "what?" he pointed at Kevin and this time Ben looked at him and his face went white. "uh-oh, uh, sorry Mr. Griffin." he spoke his attitude going south really fast, "heh, heh, here, we didn't like the cards any-" Kevin took the binder, peeking into it silently, "You boys best get on out of here before I tell you-know-who about this." it was either what he was known for or the built figure that made the four sophomores clear on out of the library fast.


    The poor student only stood frozen, watching the six foot senior flip through the binder's pages, "L-L-look, Y-y-you can have them-"
    "All holos." Kevin nodded as he clapped the book shut, "You are one determined collector." he handed it back to the freshman, who only looked at the binder then at Kevin, "Go on, take it." the Freshman took it, still wide-eyed on, "Th-thank you, s-sir." and the little kid scurried on out of the Library too. Shaking his head as the scene had ended as fast as it started Kevin glanced up at the clock, "ah crap...." the little stand off took him the last few minuets of his free time before the loud buzzer sounded through out the school.

    He rushed over to his table, packed up his stuff, grabbed his pack, bolted on out of the library. Slowing down, he looked at his schedule, Ah hell... his first class was on the other side of the school, Metals something. not trying to be stopped for running, Kevin had to power walk to the other side of the school.

    The tardy bell rang and it didn't sit well with Kevin even though he made it to the shop class room door. Opening it, he hurried into a already packed class room and took a seat that was vacant near the door to the shop itself. As the teacher began his talk about the class, which sounded like a well practiced speech, Kevin set his back-pack under the table. As he did so, he felt a nudge, he looked up to see a familiar face. "Welcome back Griffin." A chubby looking Junior greeted with a smile that spelled 'The annoying one' over his face.

    "Hello Kizer..." Kevin replied with a fake smile that says 'say anything and I'll break you!'. Turning his attention back to the teacher, I already know that I'm going to meet the principle toady. He thought as he looked over a copy of a packet of something, which as stack of it was passed around the class room.