As he walked up to the school, Chris had thought about how his life progressed to this. Going back to high school after having graduted a year early, and top of his classes. He’d already started college courses then his mom sprung the life ending news. As a senior, high school was either the easiest thing around or the epitome of hell. Right now, it was both.<br/><br/>As he reached the school he suddenly became nervous, what if they didn’t like him, if new kid syndrome set in and he got really awkward or worst, people actually wanted to be friends with him. A continued stream of what if’s rolled around his head as he walked into the office. “Christopher Caleb Coleman,” the gouchy woman called. “Y-yeah. That’s me,” Chris replied, walking forwards and handing her his tranfer papers. Then with complaining from the secretary, handed her his health sheets. She called a student down the office, one “Ashley O’Conner” to give him the school tour.<br/><br/>During the wait, he’d managed to get his class schedule and gave it the once over, and then gave it the twice over just to be sure. It was a rather simple schedule so he turned to sit down and await his guide. As he waited, he looked out the window into the school and saw the teenagers walking and talking all while heading to their next classes, he sighed. His school year had two choices. It good go really well or really badly. All Chris knew was that in another year and he would be out of high school and back on the college track. Again.