(Y/N)'s Point of View:

I sighed as I walked through school with my backpack on me to lunch.

I hated school so much.

Sure the teachers loved me cause I'm all their best student, but the kids hated me.

Cause they said I'm alway the teachers 'pet'.

Cause I get straight A's, pass all my assignments on time, and always on honors.

I quietly hummed along to a song which was a Nightcore mash up of The Monster and Wake Me Up.

I was then pushed to the ground as I landed on my hands and knees with an 'oof'.

I sighed as I heard laughing of my main bullies.

"How's the floor, orphan?" Shakila said.

I rolled my eyes at them.

"Better than being up there with the 'Plastics'." I muttered.

Shakila's fellow plastic friend, Kaylie kick my side then my prosthetic.

I hissed in pain at that as I gritted my teeth.

The three plastics laughed at my misery as they walked away, kicking my stuff away in the process.

......I swear their laughs remind me of a much more snooty version of Sailor Mars....

I sighed as people passed by, not even bothering to help me.

I sighed again as I made a reach for my art notebook.

Till someone grabbed it for me as mine and the persons hands touched.

I looked up seeing a boy my age with blonde hair, blue eyes, tan skin, and wore pretty expensive clothes.

"You alright?" he asked.

I instantly recognized the boy.

It was Kamron Roberts.

His last name matched Kaylie's but they sure weren't related.

He was a rich boy and the schools hot/cool kid.

"Yea, it happens a LOT with those plastics." I said as I grabbed my art notebook.

"I imagine so, they target anyone with the right strength." he said as he grabbed my hand and helped me off the floor.

He smiled lightly as he still held my hand.

I sighed silently.

The bell for our final class rang.

"Catch you later?" he asked as he let go of my hand.

"I guess." I said with a shrug.

He smiled more as he ran to catch up with friends.

I sighed as I walked off to my final class of the day, Algebra.

Something you were DESTINED to fail in life.

I sighed as I walked to the cemetery with a boucay of tulips in hand.

I was gonna see my fathers grave.

I made it to the cemetery and made it to his grave.

I sat on my knees in front of his tombstone.

I placed the flowers next to the tombstone.

"Hey dad... I'm here again after school." I began.

I always thought whenever I came to his grave his spirit was there ready to have a conversation with me.

"I had a rough day as normal. Sure one of the poplar boys in school helped me with my stuff today, but I don't trust him. I feel like I can't trust anyone anymore after what mom did..." I said with a sigh as as I shook my head.

"But... I feel like I can trust NiGHTS... ya know?" I asked.

Nothing but silence.

I sighed shaking my head.

"Whatever you say dad..."

"What ever you say...."