The first school day has started! Woo! No sarcasm there at all! In anticipation of this, Jacob slowly made his way to the assembly. Luckily, it wasn't uniform day, though, so he was just wearing a pair of jeans shorts and a dull gray t-shirt, which let him sleep in a bit. A bit being until 6:30 this morning. A man's gotta shave and all that, after all. It was going to be tough getting used to class schedule again, having to wake up so early. At home, he was able to relax and, for the most part, do nothing. His stay at the hospital had robbed him of a large part of his freedom, but it was a necessary evil to bring him back from the edge. Stretching his arms and yawning as he sat, Jacob noticed Connor give him a long-range fist bump and returned the gesture, a goofy smile on his face. Alena offered a stiff nod, which was returned amicably. The bloody welts on his hand were still plainly visible, the battle scars of a true airsoft veteran. Under his shirt and on his arms were a few more, and Jacob often left most of them to the open air, only covering the ones on his hands with bandages, especially so on uniform inspection days. Connor was one of the only guys he still hung around with from the before times, and Alena was a decent friend: they rarely spoke outside of JRTOC class and events, but there was no animosity between them or anything.

Before he fucked up his arm like an idiot. He still got twinges of pain now and again, and lifting his left arm higher than his chest took a bit of effort. The physical therapy was helpful, though. He'd suffer from a permanent deficiency in motor function as a result of nerve damage, but the arm was still attached, which he considered a blessing. Shaking his head at the thought, he smiled and looked up at the Student Council. Acacia, always trying to do her best and live up to the family name. She did a decent job for a high school student, he supposed. It wasn't a situation he really could understand, so normally he didn't think about it. Max, the flirtatious, rich guy. Not much wrong with him really, he just lived a different lifestyle. Jacob didn't really have much of a relationship with the guy, so there wasn't much to mention. 

And Eliza. He always got the chills if he looked at that girl for too long. Like there was nothing human inside of that body. Yes, it was pretty terrible of him to say, but...she seemed like she collected people like he collected games. As something to entertain her, rather than as friends and loved ones. Maybe he was wrong about her. Hell, he hoped he was, but he couldn't help but get wary around her.

After the assembly finally ended, Jacob got up and quickly made a beeline for the door. Getting trapped in that crowd was dangerous for everybody around Jacob, himself included. Making his way into Mr Matthews' classroom, he nodded to the teacher and took a seat quietly. The teacher's joke made Jacob furrow his brow and groan. [i]Speak for yourself, asshole.[/i] This wasn't a good way to start the year, but Jacob couldn't help but be a bit jaded at his homeroom teacher's twisted joke. High school had been, quite literally, the worst part of his life so far. Shaking his head again, he looked down at his desk, taking a deep breath. This was probably gonna be a long year...