(Your POV)

     After I finished getting ready I head downstairs and go to the kitchen. I see my dad at the kitchen table drinking his coffee while looking at his phone.

     "School is so overrated. Why do I need to go anyway?" I ask. He looks up from his phone and smiles at me.

     "Because, I said you need to go. And it takes you away from me for 8 hours so I can earn money for us. More importantly to buy YOU more pop tarts." He says starting to laugh. I get out the pop tarts and grab a package. I open it them up and put them in the toaster. As they heat up I sit at the kitchen table across from dad.

     "People are gonna make fun of me." I say. He puts his phone away and shakes his head no.

     "No ones gonna make fun of you. And if they do, it's most likely gonna be for your accent. And if they do make fun of your accent, make fun of theres." He says. I start to laugh a little. He always knows how to make me feel better.

     I hear my pop tarts pop up from the toaster. I get up, grab a plate, and get my pop tarts. I sit back down and start to eat. My dads phone starts to ring. He gets up and starts to walk away from me as he answers the phone. He stops walking away from me. He turns his head back to me.

"Your mom wants to talk to you." He says. I set down the pop tart and cross my arms. I start to shake my head no.

"I'm still not going to speak to her." She says. He sighs and starts to walk away from me again. I hate it when she calls, she shouldn't have cheated on dad! Besides, why would she be up at this hour? Maybe to try and talk to me. Hopefully she gets the hint soon that I don't want to talk to her. A couple minutes later dad walks back into the kitchen.

"She wanted me to tell you to have a good first day at a new high school and that she loves you." He says. I roll my eyes and continue to eat. He sighs and finishes off his coffee.

"Go get your book bag and shoes. We gotta leave here in a couple minutes." He says. I grab the pop tart and start to walk to my room.

I start to lace my converse up. Now I'm really not in the mood to go to school. After I lace my converse I get my book bag and put my notebooks and folders in it. I drop (Your Favorite Book) in it just in case it gets boring today, which it will. I finish up the pop tart and sling my book bag over my shoulder, then start to walk downstairs. My dad looks at me.

"Your Mario mushroom shirt, skinny jeans, and converse. Nice match." He says smiling. I look down and smile a little. The reason that I'm into video games now is because of dad, and I applaud him for his work.

During the car ride, I kept complaining on how school is pointless and how it should be based around just video games and fanfiction. Speaking of fanfiction, the best thing is that when I read it, my dad always ask one question and one question only, 'was it gay fanfiction.' And every single time he asks it, it always makes me laugh. My dad actually gets me.

He pulls in front of the school and I see kids starting to walk in with their friends, talking and laughing with one another.

"Remember, if they make fun of your accent just make fun of theirs." He says. I give him a quick hug before getting out of the car. I wave bye to him before starting to walk towards the school.

When I walk in the school I see tons of people everywhere. Girls laughing with one another, guys pushing each other around, and couples going at it with one another, ew, okay then. I was suddenly blasted in the gut from a ball. I hunch over and grab my stomach in pain.

"NICE GOING BRIAN! NOW DO YOU SEE WHY THEY SIT YOU ON THE BENCH?!" A girl yells. I look up and see her coming towards me.

"I'm so sorry for that. My friend isn't very good when it comes to soccer." She says. She rolls the soccer ball onto her foot and starts bouncing it from one foot to another. Wow, thanks for the concern. I'm totally not dying here.

"Say, I don't recognize you. Are you new here?" She says still juggling the ball from one foot to another. I sigh as the pain went away. I stand up normally and nod my head. She looks at me confused.

"Not much of a talker are you?" She says. The ball bounces off of her foot and I watch as it rolls away. I shake my head no. She sighs before smiling. She sticks out her hand towards me.

"Well newbie. My names Hope, goalie for our schools soccer team, even though I'm a sophomore! The guy who kicked you with the soccer ball is my best friend Brian, he plays soccer also but he's not very good at it, or so I think." She says. I smile a little and shake her hand.

"My names (Y/N), sophomore as well. I uh.... Play video games, read fanfiction, and love the internet." I say. She starts to gasp.

"Then you're gonna love my boyfriend Craig." She says.