Kellin's POV
My alarm on my phone goes off at 6 in the morning. I stretch my aching body to shut it off. I quickly get up and get through my morning routine, careful not to wake my father. He hasn't been the same since my mom died. He blames me. I slip on a random band tee, converse and black skinnies. I pull out a black hoodie and grab my back pack. The cold air hits my face as I walk outside. The moon is still out and the clouds are starting to fade from orange to purple to blue. I sigh and walk to school.
The big gates at the entrance of the school have always intimidated me. I speed through the the halls to my first period class, art. I make my way to the back corner. Every one around me takes their seats without taking so much as a second glance. Good. At least HE hasn't noticed me. My bully, the guy who gave me hell for the past 4 years. Trace Lockwood. I put my head down when my thoughts are interrupted. Ms. Young's joyful voice feels my ears. "Alrighty everyone! We have a new person. His name is Vic Fuentes!". I lift my head slightly. Vic Fuentes? Maybe someone who'd like me.
