Max had his backpack slung over his shoulder, staring up at the large Academy building of Twist Peak Academy. He had been suffering from Insomnia for a good 2 days now, unable to sleep. He doesn't know when he will snap, but one thing was for sure, why did his father decide to throw him into a Academy? Especially one with dorms? Did his father hate him that much? Pushing the thought aside, Max walked up the steps, gripped the door handle and pulled it open, entering into the building. This school was very interesting to say the least. As he walked down the hallway, glancing at a sheet of paper that listed his schedule, he could have sworn the students around him were staring at him. 100% all eyes on him.<span style="font-style: italic">Just like Middle school..</span>he thought, sighing as he looked at his first class, which was English. Hopefully things would be better off right? Who knows.<br/><br/>He headed over to his locker first, deciding to put a couple of things away. A few unneeded textbooks that he didn't need to carry around. As well as some notebooks and binders. After that, he shoved his backpack into his locker, only taking his English binder with him. He closed his locker and locked it up, then started to head off to find his English class. He kept glancing at his schedule, trying to find his class. Then, after 2 flights of stairs, he managed to come across the classroom. Slowly, he tucked the schedule into his back pocket, then opened the door to the classroom. Again, 100% all eyes on him. He didn't say anything, just went to go sit in the empty desk in the back of the classroom, as to not be stared at.