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To say that Felix Beauchanon was excited with his school arrangment would have been the overstatement of the century. He pressed his forehead against the glass of his car, his iPod turned up as loud as it would go to drown out the sounds of his parents. They were chiding him about the responsibilities the new school would bring and the lack of communication that was going to happen. He nodded blankly, watching the trees pass with a numbing boredom.

His school had shut down due to improper funding, so every student was being scattered around the country to various schools that would accept them. Felix Beauchanon had been accepted into Eidolon Institution. His parents had been excited that their son could be accepted into such a prestigious school. The excitement the news may have brought to Felix was dulled by the realization that his best friend was going to a school halfway across the country. They had promised to keep in contact with each other, but Felix wasn't a blind optimist. He knew that neither of them would put the effort into remaining friends.

Felix had never been a social creature. Other teenagers found him to be unnerving; the way he'd much rather observe his surroundings than chat up a random stranger, and the way he preferred the company of books than the company of humans. At first impression, Felix was little more than a rebellious teenager – his iPod served to isolate him, and he had taken up a cigarette on more than one occasion. Most people didn't get past the first impression. He wasn't sure anymore if it's because nobody wanted to know him, or if he didn't want them to know him. His therapist had bored him on that point a lot, before she decided that he was just going through a 'phase' of self-inflicted loneliness.

Cheap ass therapists.

His sister, Elizabeth, tugged the headphones out of his ear. “Are you even listening to us, Harley?” She demanded, taking the iPod from his hands and shutting it off. “We're trying to tell you that you're going to have to get along with people at this school.” She wrapped up the device and handed it back to him with a smirk on her face.

“Don't call me Harley.” Felix muttered, pulling the hood of his jacket up. His older sister was always calling him by his middle name, mainly because she knew that he wasn't the biggest fan of it.