He sat silently at his desk, boredly picking at stray strings on the edge of his hoodie sleeves. A few people would occasionally glance at him, but none would say anything. What was there to say? He never said anything, so why would they try and talk to him?

Suddenly, they all heard the slam of a ruler on a desk as the teacher walked in. "Good morning class, and welcome back." Mr. Lancer said, boredly. "Although it is the first day of school, all of you will be assigned to a group for the entire year within my class. When we have projects, you will have these two people work on them with you, no exception." Lancer began to spout off names until he got to the last three people.

"Tucker Foley, you, Miss Manson and Mr. Fenton will all be working together." Lancer announced. He then proceeded to explain their projects, and left them to their work.

Sam and Tucker sighed annoyed, but walked over to the boy and sat down. "Hi." Tucker said, after a few minutes of silence. "My names Tucker. Nice to meet you." Tucker stuck out his hand.

The boy hesitated a moment, before shaking the hand and pointed to his name at the top right of his paper. "Danny Fenton. Huh. Nice name." Sam said. "My names Sam Manson."

Danny gave a little wave to her.

"You don't talk much, do you." Tucker sighed.

The boy opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He closed it again.

"Alright, fine" Sam said, annoyed. "You will talk to us eventually though!"

Danny looked exasperated for a moment, and glanced over to Mr. Lancer, who gave him a sympathetic look, before returning to his own work.