Lost in thought, Keith hardly knew the back to school speech was over. The only real reason he got up is because he noticed everyone else was leaving the auditorium. He collected his backpack and followed the crowd at a bit of a distance, not really wanting to be anywhere near any of them. There was still a level of disbelief in his head about being accepted to St Elois private school, he had inspected the letter three times to make sure he wasn't dreaming. And sure enough, the stench of cheap vodka wafting into his room to look over his shoulder, followed by a gasp confirmed it. Straight A's since 1st grade payed off, and if he kept it up, Yale was sure to take him.<br/><br/>"Keep calm, Keith. No need to get all antsy just yet, nothing has even happened yet, no bullies yet." He thought to himself. He over heard a rather stunning girl comment on killing another girl and shivers ran down his spine. He knew he wanted to stay out of her way for sure, dying wasn't really his thing.<br/><br/>Keith walked along the hallway, admittedly a bit lost, until he finally made it to room 394. This would be his homeroom class for the year. With an audible gulp, he stepped into the room and found a few vacant seats near the back. He didn't want to sit in the front on his first day, he'd try to make it up there later. The professor wasn't in yet, and there was still a few minutes before class, so Keith got up to go get a drink from the fountain