The bus pulls up to my stop. Im not ready. I step on the bus and take a look at my surroundings. Where do I sit?

The front could draw attention. The people who despise me sit in the middle and all the seniors took the back.

My name is Kurt Hummel. I am a freshman starting my first year of high school at William McKinley High School with no friends and no explanation to what I have done. How was I supposed to explain myself that August? Who was going to listen? Everybody hates me!

I take an empty seat close to the center but still up near the driver. This is where I belong. Alone.

We continue our drive. More familiar faces appear and one unrecognizable one. She was a short brunette. Obviously new. Maybe if I talked to her and pretend to be her friend I wouldnt seem so outcast. Yes, I am the outcast.

The girl takes a seat across from my ex-best friend, Santana Lopez. They say nothing to each other. Thats good. I still have a chance with her. Nobody could possibly screw this up for me.

Once we get to school all the freshmen are ushered to the auditorium.

I slowly make my way down the aisle, once again at a loss for a place to sit. I find a seat in an empty row of chairs. Somebody purposely knees my chair. I turn around to see Santana sitting behind me. She purses her lips at me and gives me a bitch glare. I face back forward as I try to ignore the snickering coming from her and a couple girls she was sitting with.

I see the new girl sitting a few rows ahead of me. I stand and make my way up to her. Better sooner to make friends with her than later.

"Hey." I murmur as I hover over her seat.

She looks up at me; her bright, brown eyes were gleaming under her bangs.

"Hello! My name is Rachel Barbara Berry!" She replies enthusiastically as she extends a hand out for me to shake. I look down at it then take the empty seat next to her. I dont even shake it.

Rachel reluctantly puts her hand back down, "So... whats your name?"

I knew she was feeling awkward, I would too, "Kurt" I mumble just loud enough for her to hear.

"I like that name." Rachel nods. There was a long silence between us, "My family moved here over the summer. My dad got a job down here. Its nothing new, I guess. We have always lived in New York but I guess Ohio is cool too. We do move a lot so I was kind of expecting that. Im planning on moving back to New York after I graduate. Its where I belong."

I listen to Rachel talk about her life story not too intently. I was mostly zoned out for the conversation as I picked my nails, only to come back at, "You dont talk to much." I hadnt notice she was still talking. I hadnt noticed that I wasnt talking.

I dont talk. Thats probably why.

The principal walks in finally shutting up Rachel. I could praise him.

"This years going to be great year!" He enthuses. I could laugh at that, "Lots of fresh new faces starting here today!"

"Some fresher than others." I think as my eyes dart to Rachel sitting on my left. She seems happy to be here. Heck, shell probably be happy if she was in a sewer. Like there was a difference. It might even be cleaner than this school.

Heading to my first period class was just as struggling. I got lost. Why dont they make a map of the school for peoples first days?

The bell rang. I began sprinting only to be stopped by a teacher.

It was Mister Neck. I was trying to not meet my teachers before I had them. But one caught up with me. He was the tall, muscular type. The teacher who also serves as our schools male basketball team coach.

"Hey!" He calls after me.

I begun running faster, praying to the nonexistent God that he wouldnt catch me. Boy was my luck out.

"Youre name?" He asked as he pulled out green slips from his pocket and clicked the pen he was holding.

Me:

"I asked for youre name! Are you going to answer me or am I going to have to write you up on the first day?"

Me:

Should I answer?

"Uh... I-" I looked down at my feet. I stopped caring about fashion and it showed through the cheap sneakers I bought from Wal-Mart at last minute, "K-K-Kurt." I whispered.

"Kurt what!?"

"Hummel. K-Kurt Hum-Hummel."

Mister Neck wrote on one of the green slips and hands it over to me, "Since its your first day here I will let you off with a warning. But know this: Ive got my eye on you, Hummel." He growled then walked off in the opposite direction.

My first class of the day: Biology.

Just another boring Science class.

I walk in. There are no free seats left except for the one by Blaine Anderson.

Blaine Anderson was nothing more than the class nerd. He knows everything about everything, I swear on it! He has the highest GPA and IQ in the whole class, if not, the whole school!

He was also extremely shy. Maybe I should be as mute as him. Ive never heard him talk before. That is, until our biology teacher paired us up as lab partners for the year.

Id rather be paired with one of my friends. What friends? I have none. Its great, though, having a very smart boy to do all the work for you. Lets face it, I couldnt.

Blaine seems less enthused than me by the pair-up. Im not offended. I would be upset if I was a smart boy being paired up with a not-so-smart one too. I dont even want to pair up with myself.

Next was Language. Why do we even bother with this class? Im pretty fluent in English as is. Im being taught the same things over and over again since the first grade. Again, why do we bother?

The teacher has no face. If her face isnt towards the board its studying her boring desk. She seems frightened to talk. Or shes scared of kids. Or both. My question is: Why would she be a pointless language teacher if she cant even interact with us? I think Ill call her Hairwoman.

The one class seemingly interesting to me is Spanish. I like the teacher, Mister Schuester.

"Spanish is more than a language." He says to our class, "Its a culture. Which is why..." He pulls out a globe that was cut in half, "I have decided to write a bunch of cultural stuff in this here globe and I want you all to study it in relation to a Spanish native country to present as your end-of-the-year-finals."

He begun walking around the room and having each kid pick out of the globe their assignment. He gets to me I reach in and pull out a slip of paper. I unfold it and read the inscription.

"Religion"

I fold it back up and put my hand back in the globe. He pulls it away before I could get a new one.

"You chose your destiny already, no going back." He says.

"Mister Schue, I dont think I could do this." I say. I was a nonbeliever after all.

"You have no say." He tells me then walks off.

He was right. I have no say. If I did that horrible thing would have never happen.

I heard the girl behind me wail. I turn around. It was one of my ex-friends, Mercedes.

"But I hate commerce!" She exclaims, "I dont even know what that is!"

"Then you will learn." Mister Schuester says.

Looks like Im not the only unlucky one.

"You will begin your research now!" Mister Schuester says to the class after everyones picked from the globe.

The bell rings. Its finally time for lunch.

Lunch was no better than the morning. There was no place for me to sit. Everyone sat amongst their cliques. I had nobody. I walk around the lunchroom trying to find an empty seat. A guy sticks out his foot and trips me. My tray meets my torso, theres now potatoes on my shirt.

Everyone begins to laugh. I turn red with embarrassment at the display as I stumble out of the lunchroom.

I dont look back. I ran through the halls and bumped into a door in an empty hall.

I jiggle the doorknob. Its unlocked. I walk inside the dark, little room. I search for a light switch on the wall. When I turn it on I find myself in a probably a long abandoned janitors closest filled with an old sink with rusting knobs and a matching mirror above it. theres a shelf nearby that. It was mostly empty except for old bottles of unused cleaning products and moldy sponges.

"This is where I belong." I decided to myself.