Today was officially the first day of high school for Thomas Brown Hewitt. Elementary school had been a hard game for him, so how hard could high school get?

"Thomas! Get down here right now!"

He knew that voice far too well. It was the cry of his mother, Luda May, who stood at the bottom of the stairs, hands planted on her hips. He groaned slightly while rolling off his bed. He couldn't let his mother wait too long or he knew she'd come up and get him herself. He hurriedly put on some clothes and rushed down the stairs. Her frown was immediately replaced by a warm motherly smile as she hugged him and kissed him at the top of his head.

"You're growing up fast, Thomas," she said. He smiled while rolling his eyes a bit.

"Breakfast is on the table." She told him while walking into the kitchen. He followed her and sat down at the table, pushing his chair in to eat.

Just then, his father, Old Monty, came in. He looked younger and healthier, glasses up against his nose, and he even had his own two legs! He took a look at Thomas and grinned.

"Boy, you seem to grow everyday now, eh?"

It was true. Thomas was changing everyday—including his face. It was actually sad how his face was what separated him from others. Otherwise he would be a normal person. Then again, there were other odd things about him other than his face.

Thomas simply continued eating. His father just stood there watching him for a minute before sighing and plopping himself down on a chair waiting to be fed. There was a long, uncomfortable silence between the three; Luda May frying eggs, Old Monty sitting down, reading a newspaper (but not really reading), and Thomas eagerly eating his breakfast. Finally, Old Monty decided to speak.

"So, ya ready for high school?" Thomas just shrugged.

"Ya know, when I was yer age, all the girls liked me," he chuckled. "Why dontcha try makin' a few—" but Luda May cut him off by slamming his breakfast on the table. She shot him a glare to shut him up.

She knew how uncomfortable it was for Thomas. He didn't even have any friends. Elementary school was already tough for him. Everyone was too freaked out to even look at him. Those who did dare to look at him were the bullies that made fun of him and played mean tricks on him. How will he be able to have any girlfriends if his face was only getting worse and worse?

Finally, Thomas finished and pushed himself away from the table getting up. "I'm going now," he mumbled while grabbing his backpack. He headed for the door but his mother stepped in the way.

"No kiss good bye to your mother?" She said with a smile before reaching up to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Have a good day, Thomas."

With that, he smiled back before walking off and leaving for high school.

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Okay, so there you have it guys! I'll try to update as much as I can, okay? 0 Please review and tell me how I did. And if u have any suggestions or if u think I need to work on my grammar, let me know, alrite? BTW, if u think it's odd that Leatherface can talk, I just thought that maybe at least once in his life he was able to talk. I'm making him talk but in small mumbles. Then again.. later on I'll have to think of a reason why he lost his ability to talk… sigh… I'll think of something… I hope XD! Oh and ur probably also thinking, "Old Monty has legs?? No way!" Well u'll read on later on and see how he loses 'em. In the meantime—enjoy! .