Kyle Richards looked over the packet that night, glad he was able to come back to school.  He was going to prove to his parents and his doctors that he could still live a normal school life, and not let his defect define him.  He looked it over once more, wondering who he would be working with as he went to bed.

The next morning, Kyle got up early and showered.  As he dried himself off, he winced at the big scar in his chest from when they had to cut him open and operate just to keep him from dying.  It would take some getting used to.  He sighed and got dressed, running downstairs for breakfast.  When it was time to leave, he went to head out the door but his mother stopped him.  "Please dear, let your father drive you." she said.  "But mom, the doctors said exercise would be good for me, and jogging to school will be good exercise." Kyle said.  "Just be careful dear, don't push yourself too hard.  We don't want you having another episode."  "I know mom, I'll be fine." he said with a sigh.  Ever since the incident, his mother had been full protective mode, not letting him do anything other than sit in his room, afraid he'd have another heart attack.  He hated it, all of it.  She treated him like a delicate flower, pitied him, and he hated that as well.  Next thing he knew, he was walking through the door of the room, seeing only one other person there as he took a seat.  Being the shy guy he was, he just sat quietly and began pulling out his things.