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Daniel sat on the curb, waiting for the bus. His foot tapped to the beat of his music. Or, at least that's what he wanted everyone to think. His earphones were actually just tucked into his pocket, he never had a music player, and would never have one.
His sister, who had raised him ever since his parents jet when they were three, had had a tramatic past when it came to music. Basicly her ex husband had been a rockstar. And his child was born deaf. She was convinced it was from all the music played in the house when she was still pregnant. Ao no music, for anyone. Ever. It was unfair, but that was how Daniel lived, and, well, he was used to it by now.
He turned as he heard footsteps stop at the curb. Nobody stopped at this curb, no other kids lived on this road. But there they were, a girl with red hair, standing and waiting for the bus. He shook his head and stood up, burshing himself off. The bus was do soon, and he didn't want to be missed because he was sitting there again.

Daniel looked over his shoulder again at the girl with a small frown. He was trying to decide what kind of person she would be. He would probably be the one paired with her in classes, or stuck at the lunch table with her. Stupid new kids, always inserting themselves in my life. Because there's no other outcasts for them to hang out with. So they automaticly think I need a friend. Fithy disgusting new kids. Get a life. Daniel turned around again, A tomboy or a nerd, he had concluded.
The bus squealed up and Daniel sighed, shaking his head. His hood slid further down his head as he tried to muster up as much courage as he could. He could almost hear the jeers of the kids already. And there was only three stops before his. He climbed on, making his was towards the middle of the bus and sitting in the seat. He put his bookbag next to him, in case that new girl tried to sit with him. he turned and looked out the window, acting like he was so engrossed with his mucic that he couldn't hear anything else.
Like the jeers from the seat behind him.

Daniel leaned back in his seat, listening as the bus rumbled along the roads. He clenched as his jaw as one of the boys behind him kicked the seat, hard. "So immature." Daniel muttered crossly. He checked his watch. There was only three minutes and twenty seconds before he waws shoved off the bus where he didn't want to be, and into a schoolbuilding where nobody wanted to be. And when nobody wanted to be there, everything was twice as bad.
Daniel reached into his pocket, taking out the small picture that he always kept there. His niece. He smiled softly at the picture. Looking at Grace always gave him copurage. She was seven years old and deaf, so the world was so much harder for her. But she was strong and optimistic. she was about the only person who could put a smile on his face anymore.
A hand reached down and snatched the picture from his hands and he stood up, letting out a yell. "Give it back!" He reached over the seat, trying to grab the picture back from the boys.
They were holding it just outof his reach, snickering. "Oooh, Daniel. Is this your girlfriend? It figures you can only get soneone so young. That's just creepy. Daniel likes little girls!" They sneered.

"Let go of me. The dork can have his pictures back, sheesh." he boy laughed and crumpled it up, throwing it on the floor. His friend snickered. "I always knew new kids were freaks. But really." He muttered, grabbing his back and brushing past her. His friend laughed and fallowed quickly after him, glancing over his shoulder nervously at the girl.
Daniel stooped down and grabbed the crumpled pictures, smoothing out the smiling face before shoulding it in his pocket. He grabbed his bag. "Great." He said coldly. "Now the world thinks I need a girl as a protector. I can handle myself. Why do you carem, anyways?" Daniel grabbed his bag and walked off the bus, his head lowered and his hand in his pocket, the other pulling out his earbuds and shoving them in his other pocket.

Daniel inwardly groanwed when he saw her walking towards him. He had been trying to smooth off and clean off Grace's pictures as best as he could when he spotted her coming towards him. She fit the typical new kid role perfectly. It was almost disgusting.
He said nothing as she spoke, just rolling his eyes to himself and staring down at the tabletop. Maybe if he acted cold and jerkish she would leave.
Suddenly she was leaning forwards to kiss him. He moved to push her away, but then something weird shot through him. He couldn;t move. He could feel her breath hot on his neck. Did she just... Bite him? His vision blurred and he tried to speak, tried to scream. What was going on? He wanted an explanation. But he couldn't even utter a sound.
Sweet? Was she eating him? Like a fatcake? None of this was making sense. Why wasn't anyone telling ehr to stop being a cannible? Why wasn't anyone seeing this? Mine now? She didn't want to go with him. He tried in vain to move, his neck was burning. Why was he in her arms? Why was everythign so... Weird?
He could feel his hand still clutching Grace's picture. Courage. He would have courage. If only to get back to her. I will get back to you. He vowed silently. If he had been able to speak, he would have screamed it out, though she would never be able to hear him.

Daniel's head spun. A swarm? Waited for this moment? Venom? Wait.. Venom? What in the world was going on here? Stay there? She was nuts… right? Why in the world would he stay there? But he would bound to the couch. Slowly he was beginning to regain the feeling returning in his fingers and lips, but he certainly was in no position to move just yet.
His fingers instinctively formed sign language characters, as if Grace was standing there, asking him what was going on. First he signed his promise to get back to her, then he just signed the first things that came to his mind, to try to keep himself from freaking out. To keep his mind occupied.
It wasn’t working. But he had regained the feeling in his arms and legs, he was basically home free, as long as that freaky Elizabeth didn’t come back. He forced his numb body off of the couch, reaching up and touching his neck. When he pulled is hand away it was stained with red blood. Daniel felt like he was going to be sick. He wiped the blood quickly onto his pants, looking around. The door. He grabbed the knob and shook it. Locked. Why wouldn’t it be? “Focus.” He muttered. “Don’t freak out. There’s always something you can do.”
At times like these Daniel cursed his sister for not allowing him to have a cell phone. She said it rotted kids’ minds, and he didn’t have any friends… So why would he need one? “Stupid Caroline.” Daniel Kicked the door. “Okay. Think.” Daniel tried the window next, also locked. He frowned. Was it possible to… Break it? Daniel looked around for a tool he could use. Clock. He reached up and grabbed it off of thewall, nearly dropping it on his foot. It was heavier than he had thought.
He suddenly had a chilling memory of the hamster heh ad kept as a kid. He kept it in a fish aquarium after stealing it from the pet store, since his sister said he couldn't have one. He was still little, so he didn't know any better, but he would poke it in it's little glass bowl, watchign and gigglign as it ran, afraid. And if it bit him, in self defense, he would hit it back. He felt like that hamster, now. Powerless against the girl. But he could escape. If breaking the window didn't work, something would. Something always worked.