The class passed by him with no care. Trace sat there starring straight forward. He watched as Kila left the classroom, not sure what to really think of her. Trace was scared to let anyone get closest to him, afraid of the things that would happen either to the person or to him. His right arm rubbed his left arm, the pain was something that he had truly become immune to it.

There was a place in the back of Trace's mind that when things got bad he would escape into it. Nothing there hurt him, or bothered him, pure bliss. Most of his school days he was in his world, retaining things that he really heard, but not being in a classroom format. He jumped and looked over as the teacher was standing right beside of him. "Y-yes Mr. G-gets. Sorry s-sir" he added looking down. Suddenly there was a book the slammed into the back of his head. The classmate behind him, nailed him hard, his eyes closing tight trying not to make himself cry. The teacher didn't say anything and turned away, he hatted this school already.