“We’ll be there soon, I am so sorry!” Kyle’s fingers wrapped themselves around the steering wheel, charging down the road in their small car. The boy next to him didn’t seem to be paying much attention to the road, but rather had his eyes fixed on the portable video game console in his hands, a pair of headphones slipped on his head. They were of the Koss variant, to be exact. The playstation vita in his hands would quite often find home in the scrawny boy’s possession as it was his favourite, static pastime. 

“It’s okay.” He replied, his voice quite light but quiet all the same. It would fit his frame and one couldn’t expect anything else. [i]‘I just hope that this won’t make things hard one me…’ [/i] He continued, the thoughts stabbing at the back of his mind. He’d be so exposed if he was there last, or close to last. Kyle had been forced to run an errand before he could bring his son to the bus and it had taken a lot longer than the both of them would have expected. 

“I am sure you’ll get a lot of friends at school, Casper.” The boy’s father smiled as he changed his tune from worried to hopeful. In response, the boy simply shrugged. He couldn’t expect to find many friends since he didn’t make the effort himself. It was after all [i]his[/i] responsibility to take that step but he honestly didn’t want to. He enjoyed life the way it was, by himself mostly. All of his friends were back home and they weren’t people he’d hang out with outside of school or airsofting. This wouldn’t be any different, it never was. He wasn't complaining, though. This gave Casper a lot of alone time. 

“Maybe…” He spoke, keeping his attention on the viciously swinging swords on his screen. It was a rather funny scene, actually. Kyle had been a pacifist for as long as the man could remember but his son Casper was anything but. No one would expect it, especially not if you’d judge him by his appearance. The small stature, the scared and careful personality, the reserved shyness, it all pointed towards something completely different but this boy loved action. There was nothing better than violence in video games and movies, it was just so cool. The combat, the action, the over-the-top violence…it was a world to escape this one, a world where Casper actually was someone. 

“Remember to be nice to the others.” Kyle continued to speak, chuckling slightly as his son raised an eyebrow in response. The two of them were very different, in many ways. Kyle’s features were rather light with brown hair and blue eyes, something quite a stretch from his son’s black hair and brown eyes. He got it from his mother who in turn got it from her middle eastern father. She was in all respects Swedish though. “And remember to speak your mind when you want to, Casper.” It was a well known fact that the boy had huge problems with expressing himself. Some people thought he had a speech impediment but it was in fact simply insecurity and a major lack of self esteem. 

“Yeah…” Casper replied, pausing his game for a moment to let his mind travel. ‘[i]Speak my mind? They’ll probably pound me…’ [/i]

“Here we are!” Kyle brought the boy out of his thoughts with a loud exclamation, almost startling his son. Casper felt his heart racing at the sight. There were a bunch of people [i]there[/i] already. Damn it, this couldn’t be good. His hands started shaking slightly as they were tightly holding onto the console but he’d notice Kyle’s hand placed upon his own. “It’s going to be fine, my son.” The man spoke with a gentle voice accompanied by a soft smile. 

“Th-thanks…dad…” Casper gulped, looking through the window to see the others. He felt like a kitten in a pride of lions. Stepping out of the car, Casper slipped his Playstation Vita into the smaller, black and pink, shoulder bag he was wearing. He rarely ever left the house without it. The rest of his torso followed the same theme, black and pink with a thin shirt stretching down just below the waistband of his blue jeans. Bright red Converse clad his feet, rather clean and new. The thing that would stick out the most though would be the bright pink stripes in the black hair covering the left side of his face. 

Kyle rolled up the boy’s suitcase and with a gentle hug, they said goodbye. It was best not to linger, especially in front of these people. 

Placing both of his hands on the traveling case, Casper slowly approached the others as he rolled the case next to him. He didn’t say anything, he couldn’t. ‘[i]They’re all staring at me…this is so uncomfortable….’ [/i] He looked up for a moment to see his father leaving and then turned back to the others. ‘[i]A-are those….snakes? That’s cool but God…everyone is so…’ [/i] Well, on the plus side, Casper wasn’t the weirdest one around. ‘[i]So…scary…’ [/i] His thoughts didn’t make it any easier for him. He felt his heartbeat accelerating further but he tried not to let it get in the way. Tilting the suitcase over, Casper gently sat down upon it, clearly revealing so how [i]little[/i] he weighed. He reached back into his shoulder bag and produced his Vita, turning it on. [i]‘It does seem like those two guys are just sitting around though…that one guy seems polite, the guy who smokes…That small girl looks scarier than the snake lady…’ [/i] He breathed out for a moment as he saw the screen flash to a start in his hands. Maybe things would get better once he’d get settled.