<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/DannyDuphrane.jpeg)</div><br/>Danny, or Dani as he now liked to spell it in his mind, got out of his mom's car.  With everything that had happened at his old school, Mom had taken pity on him and agreed to drive him in for the first week.  No need to suffer the indignities of the bus and a new school.  Dani felt a little guilty, his mother worked two jobs to support them, and the extra 15 minutes in the morning was no small matter.  He managed not to tremble, but he was scared, he had really gotten a beating at his last school, and other teens made him very nervous.  He was also shaking in excitement.  If he was just a little lucky, the kids there just might think he was a tomboy.  It's not like they said your gender in home-room, and tomboys didn't get a beating.<br/><br/>Once he had waved his mom on and she drove off he scanned the crowd slowly meandering from the buses and other cars into the front doors of Dunbarton High School.  For a moment she watched the small crowds gather and disperse, the concentration of last years Varsity jackets, and the cloud of smoke from behind a distant tree.  Not that different from her last school.<br/><br/>He had on a pair of women's nikes, not pink or anything, loose fitting jeans, and a t-shirt.  His short haircut just a little long in all the wrong places, except for the bangs.  Just long enough so if he looked at the ground and let them fall forward, nobody could see his eyes.  Quickly, he walked into Dunbarton, repeating his home-room number silently so he wouldn't forget it.  He kept his eyes locked about a foot in front of his sneakers, peering up through the curtain of hair at the room numbers.