Chapter 2 2-School.

I took a deep breath and went to the office to get my schedule, people looked at me weird. My shoes weren't as shinny as theirs, my hair wasn't styled like theirs either, my blond hair was on the messy side.

"What happened to your face," a girl who works in the office asked the second she saw me, oh maybe that's why everyone is looking at me.

"Got into a fightback home," I tell her with a shrug.

"Ohh poor baby" she replies touching my swollen jaw, making me take a step back.

"Sorry Sorry, the force of habit," she says catching herself.

"Name please," she says.

"Alexander Smith" I reply.

She clicked a bit on her computer and gave me my schedule, it was pretty standard. I had all the regular math, science, biology...But one class stood the most, it was called "know yourself".

Weird, I went to my locker and put my stuff away. My first class was English, simple, easy, only if I could find the damn class first.

I kept walking in the hallways searching for the class but to no use, how can I not find a class. What kind of bullshit is this school, on my third wrong turn I saw a girl in the same school uniform but she had heels on for shoes.

"Are you lost little one?" she asks me.

I know I'm short but no need to rub it in my face. I told her I'm searching for a stupid English class.

"Ohh it's on the other side of the school, come on I'll take you there," she said offering me her hand.

Well, this is really weird, I took her hand with hesitation but she was true to her word, English was on the other side of the school. She knocked on the door making the teacher pause.

"Something I can help you with Miss Tasha?" the teacher asks her.

"No sir, just dropping this little guy, he got lost," she says giving me a push forward.

I walked into the class not really appreciating the nickname. English was easy, once I made it there it's really simple.

My next few classes weren't that hard to find, until I had the "Know yourself" class, I was really curious to know what the hell this is about.

I was still searching for the class when I saw the same girl from before, Tasha.

"Lost again?" she asks and I give her an annoyed look.

"No I'm just looking for my next class" I lie

"Come on I can drop you off what do you have next?" she asks in a voice that's too sweet to say no to.

"A class called know yourself" I mumble.

"Of course you are, come on" she takes my hand again and walks me to the class.

Even the door was different from the rest of the school, it was yellow, it was decorated. I walked in with Tasha and saw that it's double the size of the regular classes.

"Good luck," Tasha said before leaving me inside. I took a random seat and waited for the class to begin.

A teacher walked in, he was tall, muscular, and overall scary looking.

"Welcome class the name is Mr. Peter," he said writing his name on the board.

"Welcome new students, as the name of our class indicates we're here to know ourselves better, who are we? What do we want in life?" he starts.

"Some are just people passing by, some of us have special needs, and others they are here to satisfy these needs" okay, talk about awkward.

"I want every one of you to introduce yourself in a simple word describing their character," he said and so it started.

The answers were variant between students, overall we were just twelve students in this class.

Possessive, needy, clingy, lost, dominant, playboy, stubborn, brat, sweet, shy, cute.

Then it was my turn, I stood up and was about to describe myself, well I'm not someone to step down, I'll fight even if I lose, I'm touch-deprived, I'm tender but I have a hard shell.

"I'm...I'm...I'm me," I told the teacher.

Every head in the class turned to me while the teacher just nodded his head.

"Excellent answer, now in this class we'll find what you're made from" he continues.

This was weird on so many levels, next he made us take a very random personality quiz, like the one you do online and find out which celebrity you would marry.

Finally after the overly weird class I went for lunch, food. The good thing about being in a school for the rich people must be the food, it smelled a hundred times better then the one back in the public schools.

I got so excited until I noticed something, you have to pay for it with a card. I didn't have a card or money to buy one, meaning I was going to stay hungry.

Feeling very disappointed, I walked out of the cafeteria and went to sit outside. I saw the football team practicing, well at least I'll have an entertainment until lunch for the others is over.