[Joe really hates school. He probably wouldn't so much, it's not like he's stupid, or a bad student, or troubled, or whatever. But being a military brat his whole life, he rarely spent more than a year or two at any given school. And it was stupid. Five years ago he'd given up on making friends. He'd just have to leave them behind when his dad got re-stationed, and he knew from prior experience that they wouldn't stay in contact.

He skips class occasionally. It's not his first day, he's been here a whole week, and he's already aware of what classes he can go to and what classes he can afford to miss every now and again.

He finds a relatively quiet place, but it doesn't stay that way for long. A tall kid with wavy hair, that may or may not be too young to be smoking that cigarette, joins him. Though obviously not intentionally.]

Excuse me? [He glances around, just to make sure they were as alone as he'd thought, then shakes his head.] I was here first.