Being the new kid thus far, the school was crappy. Looking at the person in front of him. "Walk part way yes?" Trace added a small smile showing on his face. Before he was forced to move schools, he was in the same boat as he is now, left out, and ignored. "I-I Will walk with you, after school, I don't want to bother you during the day though." He said softly. He knew why people stayed away, he was skinny, skid-dish, and odd. As the first bell rang, Trace went and sat in a desk that was off to the side.

Students filed in, as well as the teacher. Trace never liked how teachers always looked down on him, sometimes worse than the students were. With a sigh, he pulled out his book and waited. Grades went not easy for him, and most times teachers didn't want to keep him back, so they passed him anyway. There would be no way he could make it into any college after high school. Trace wanted to get away from his father, and never be back, finally figure out who he really was.