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Khyn's face turned serious.

"You presume much and know nothing. Why would you think I wear a mask?"

She shook her head slightly, as if in irritation and turned to glance in the window beside her. She stared into the eyes of her reflection a moment before looking back at the boy.

He really is a thug, Khyntari thought to herself. And one who talked a lot, that was for sure. She didn't answer him, merely crossed her arms over her chest and stared towards the front of the bus. Was she that transparent that a complete stranger knew she was hiding. She closed her eyes. Maybe he would take the hint and leave her alone so she could keep up her act. This strange boy seemed to like to dig at people and see what made them tick. And she really didn't want to be dissected like that.

They rode in silence for a few minutes, Khyn ignoring the boy, and the boy being polite enough to return the favor. A soft tone in her backpack told that she had a new text message. She read it and then sat there, key tones chiming her reply. Once that was sent, she glanced discreetly back to Fiasco a moment before then reaching up to press the bell pole near her window. The bus slowed down and she stood up. She moved out of her seat, slinging her pack over her shoulder. As she walked out the back door, pack bouncing on her shoulder, she didn't take notice of the school id card that fell out of the side pocket and quietly landed on the bus steps.

Khyn rubbed her arms in the chill night air as the bus sputtered to a start and moved off down the road. She hastily walked down the few blocks of her neighborhood and toward her home.

When Khyn got home, her Mom had a plate of dinner ready for her. She grabbed it, looking over the sushi rolls and salad as she made her way up to her room. She put the food down on her bedside table, tossed her backpack on her desk and turned her stereo on. She popped a roll into her mouth and stripped out of her track uniform. Grabbing her towel, she went into the connected bathroom and jumped in the shower.

An hour later, she was in pajama shorts and t-shirt. She sat at her desk, slowly finishing her dinner as she stared out her bedroom window. She knew she should be getting to bed since it was almost 10pm, and yet she wasn't all that tired. She was feeling homesick for her old home and old friends. She dreaded the next day where she'd have to go back to the "New Life" and "New School". Damn she hated how powerless she was.

The next morning came too quickly. Khyn found herself looking out the window as her English Lit teacher droned on. She stared at the track field, memories flashing through her mind.

Nekomi sat inside the library, waiting for class to start, she kicked the edge of the table idly, bored with nothing to do. She kicked it too hard and cursed under her breath. "Soku... " Yawning, she took out her drawing book and began to randomly doodle to pass the time. She watched others file into the library, single file. She drew dragons and random cats and dogs, her sketches becoming more out of the ordinary. Growing bored with it, she stashed away for Sketchbook and walked out of the library into the clustered halls. Trying to avoid peoples gazes, she shifted to a wall, and watched the other students chatter and gossip about "who kissed who" and things they did over the weekend. She wished softly to herself some of them would burn.

Fiasco gets off the bus and limps to the parking lot where his car awaits. He heads home to get what little sleep he can before school tomorrow. He pulls into his driveway after a rather uneventful car ride to find all the lights still on. Opening the door to to his mother yelling something to his father about how putting duct tape on the chimeny isn't fixing it.

"Daren?" his dad asks from the kitchen. "Officer Donnigan called for you about an hour ago. Your not getting into more trouble are you?"

Fiasco can only smile as he responds "It's not what you think. I witnessed some vandalization. It wasn't me." He begins to walk up the stairs to his room.

"No." his father continues. "I know your not. He said he'll talk to you at school tomorrow." He walks out of the kitchen to look at his son limping up the stairs. "I take it you did something about the disturbance?"

"Yeah. Hurt one of them pretty badly. I'm not finished with them though. It was a pretty diner that they destroyed. I'll be late coming home tomorrow, I'm going to help clean up that very same diner. I'll see you in the morning." Fiasco concludes as he reachs the height of the stairs.

"Try not to worry your mother." Fiasco hears as he closes the door to his bedroom.

Fiasco's alarm clock goes off a little earlier than normal the next morning. He hops into the shower and dresses. A little breakfast and he's on his way. He drives past the destroyed diner, looking at the broken glass of the windows, and the broken spirits of the owners. Time enough for that later. Without a long bus ride all across town, he makes it to school with time to spare. He walks to his first class, brushing past people in the hallway, waving to those that call his name or wish him good morning.

Nekomi looked around her surroundings, letting a tired yawn escape her lips. She deicded she'd head over to her first class, Math. She dreaded that class and usually doodled on the papers instead of doing the actual work, but at the same time she payed attention to what the teacher was saying incase of a pop quiz. She let herself slide off the wall and into the classroom, taking a seat in the back where no one would pay attention her. She liked it better that way. She pulled out her textbook and notebook and started to quickly do her homework before class started.