I glance down at my schedule, standing quietly in the corner of the hallway. Everyone passed me by, giving me strange looks. That's not anything new. I'm the new kid. I sigh, confused. "Hey. I like your Coldplay shirt." I hear a voice say. I glance up and all I see is pink hair and a smirk. I glance down at my simple Coldplay shirt and black skinny jeans. "Um thanks?" He walks a bit closer. "I'm Michael." I nod. "Cool. People call me Lyrica." I say. "Lyrica. I like it." He raised an eyebrow but didn't question it. I smile. I notice now people are staring at me talking to Michael like I have two dicks. "Why are they staring.." I trail off. "Oh them? Not sure." I nod. There eyes slide right over Michael and I guess he's not well liked. I glance down at my schedular to see what I have first and see biology room 122. "Hey where's room 122?" I look up to ask Michael but he's gone. And there's no pink haired boy in sight.