It was a clear autumn day, the cool, lightly scented air easily had the golden red leaves take flight across the lands. "I'll be leaving now, grandma'!" Simon declared, in what sounded a bit like german, but different. The teen was in a hurry, the first day of school in a new year and new school. A seemingly light, small gray shoulder bag nestled under his arm held all he needed, calculators, binders, pens and pencils, all things Simon prayed he didn't forget. All his worries were somewhat put at ease as he walked into the school, looking back at the townhouses in the distance where he lived, then back at the bustle of students finding their schedules and classes. Simon pulled out the pink slip from his pocket, and unfolded it. Literature was first apparently. L301. The teen hurried off to find his class, rather than staying for the hope of friends or making them, but rather more focused on what would be his grades for the year.