Zac pulled up into the school car park in his old, black van. The black pain of the old, beaten thing was faded and badly scratched in several places, and the sides of the vehicle had various marks and dents. It was a loud machine, the engine roaring and jumping on several occasions as the boy pulled into a parking spot. Finally the cacophony came to a stop as van stopped, and a thin brown haired boy exited the vehicle. He looked around, taking in the sight of his new school, and home, taking a deep breath.

He went around to the back of his van, lifting up the back door and climbing into the vehicle. The van was filled with all of his possessions. Mostly music equipment. There was a drum kit, a guitar amps, a variety of guitars in their cases, including both an acoustic and a bass guitar, and a keyboard. He also had a laptop and several bags of clothes and other things. He slung a small backpack over one of his shoulders and climbed back out of the van, shutting and locking it behind him.

He started walking through the school, looking around the place and taking note of the important areas. He was heading to the main reception to sign in and get his schedule and dorm number. As he walked he thought about what his new life here would be like. Better than what he left behind, hopefully. His mind started turning in unpleasant directions, about why he had to leave, why he couldn't get his father to forgive him for… That horrible day… But he quickly stopped himself. [i]There will be no thinking like that. Not here, not now.[/i]