"Ew, you can't sit here septic eye." A kid shoved Jack away from the lunch table he was about to sit at, making him drop his tray of food. "What, you gonna cry septic eye?" Another kid teased him, kicking him behind the knees so he fell to the ground. "Please leave me alone." Jack whispered, his voice barely audible. A crowd had started gathering, anxious for a fight. A fight never started. "Leave him alone." A kid with red hair pushed through the crowd, helping Jack stand. "What's your name?" The kid asked. "My name's Sean, but you can call me Jack." He held up a hand for the kid to high five. "I'm Mark." The kid smiled, giving Jack a high five. "Welcome to Los Angeles High School."