Green plaid bondage pants.

Enormous army boots.

Torn button up shirt saying "Only Anarchists are Pretty".

Dyed black teased Sid Vicious-esque hair.

He walked down the street. People staring as usual. But he didn't care. He had always been different. Calvin was walking to school. He hated school; most of the students were low IQ jocks, except for his group of friends, who seemed to be the only misfits in the whole city of Chagrin Falls. Ohio. Ohio. Calvin hated Ohio. What came from Ohio? The only good thing he could think of was Hawthorne Heights. It was a hot late summer day. Calvin loved winter, but too bad that was a few months away. He had once seen an episode of Night Gallery, in which a boy imagined snow. He could identify with the boy. When he said that, his dad said he thought the boy must be autistic.

Anyways, he entered the school unwillingly. He took a deep breath and went to his first hour classroom. "Hey you little shit!" he heard someone yell. He looked up and smiled. It was his best friend Robby. Robby had a unbelievably tall green Mohawk which he was obsessed with fixing. "How's the world today?" Calvin asked. "Ehh, as sweet as shirley temple dipped in sugar" Robby grunted. Calvin laughed a little but noticed Robby's look of horror as he looked at the doorway. A fat old woman in a walker whistled very loudly and angrily. "Mrs. Wormwood!!" Calvin thought. He hadn't seen her in years. Ever since he had left the other school. Err, rather, he was expelled. It wasn't his fault- him and-- "PAY ATTENTION!" the old substitute teacher yelled with all her might. She called roll- and when she came to Calvin's name, she paused and thought back. "…Calvin?" she called in a quiet shocked voice. "Here" he called out. Mrs. Wormwood looked up, scanning the class for a scrawny blonde haired boy. She couldn't find one. She called his name again. "HERE!" Calvin yelled angrily. Then she saw him. "Oh my!!!!!!!" she thought. "When could he have changed like this?" she wondered.