This Quiet Little Mountain Town

Pip's Point of View... kind of, maybe, a little bit

Pip sighed and thumped his head down on his desk. He was in school, first period, and they were supposed to be taking notes while the teacher was in the principal's office after being called in over the PA. The arm he wrote with was the one he'd had amputated, so he couldn't exactly take notes. 
At least he had a get-out-of-PE-free pass.
The teacher, Mr Garrison, came back in. Taking a ruler, he cleared his throat.
And threw it across the room.
Everyone looked back at the ruler before looking back to Mr Garrison.
"Alright, class. As you know, after Wendy Testaburger was arrested for setting Pip on fire-" 
Pip winced. He wished Mr Garrison wouldn't be so blunt about it. The 'accident', as Wendy had called it as the police took her away, was traumatizing and scarred him inside and out.
"-We now have a vacancy in our class. Since we're required to have a specific amount of students, we have a new one. Three new ones, actually, to also fill in the blanks the Asian exchange students made when they moved." He said. Mr Garrison looked towards the doorway.
"You can come in now!" He called. Three people came into the room. 
The shortest had black hair and crossed arms. He wore a black hoodie. The tallest had on a wrinkled, ripped, stained, patch-covered orange parka. The one in the middle had curly ginger hair and a green Ushanka over it.
The one with green hair was the only one who carried an actual bag. Well, it wasn't really a bag. He carried a brown messenger bag. 
"These are the new students. Please, introduce yourselves. It's not like I care, but.... yeah. Tell us everything. Don't forget to say your heights." Mr Garrison said.
The blonde raised an eyebrow.
"Wh... our heights? Why?" He asked. Mr Garrison stared him down.
"Because I'm supposed to find out the heights of all the students and give them to the nurse for whatever reason. And we have a height chart. Just for that, you can go first Blondie." 
The blonde shrugged.
"Whatever. I'm Kenny. I'm 6'5."  Kenny turned to Mr Garrison.
"Anything else?" He asked.
"Something interesting about you." Mr Garrison said, not looking up.
"Uh...... I can speak Hindi. Kyle taught me." Kenny added after a few seconds.
"Ok, sit down in the seat in the back. Redhead, your turn." 
The redheaded one looked around for a second before clearing his throat.
"Uh....Ok..... i'm Kyle.... i'm 6'3.... I can speak Hindi and I taught Kenny....." Kyle, apparently he was, said.
"Well, it's good that you know another language, because we have a project coming up that i'll talk about in a second.... anyways.... it's your turn Midget." 
The short one glared at Mr Garrison.
"Δεν είμαι ένας κώλο σας κώλο... Sigh.... I'm Damien. I'm 4'5 as you can see. I hate this place already, screw you all, school is the seventh layer of Hell." The shortie, Damien, flipped the bird at the rest of the class. Craig snickered from his place on Pip's left.
"I like this kid." He said. 
Pip glanced over at Craig for a second before sighing and burrowing deeper into his grey hoodie. the sleeve for his.... arm.... was tied. Pip knew there were countless others who had injuries much worse than his, but he had never experienced anything even close to the injuries he got from the fire.
His arm had been amputated a week before, if he remembered correctly. 
He had tried to block it out as much as he could. 
Pip was lost in thought and barely noticed when the small, angry Midget Damien was sat next to him by Mr Garrison.