Just a few weeks ago Alex Anderson believed that he'd be returning to his high school in L.A. for his senior year. That was before his mom told him that they were moving. At least he had gotten to celebrate his 18th birthday over the summer with his friends. He'd now been in the town of Erekson for three days. He hadn't ventured farther than from his bed to the living room couch. But today was the first day of school. He woke up and sighed. He'd have to leave the house today. His mom, Linda, had put up with his moping, but she made certain that he knew that playing hooky was not an option. His new school, blandly named Erekson Senior High, used uniforms! He'd never wore a uniform to school. This one consisted of grey slacks, a plain white button down, a grey tie, and a red blazer. He had a set of 5. He put one on and was surprised at how well it fit. It was plain but somehow managed to look good on his 6' 180 lb frame. He paced his gym uniform, a white tee and pair of red shorts, in his book bag, pulled on a pair of sneakers and headed down for breakfast.

"Good morning sleepy head," his mom said, she was wearing set of light pink scrubs. Her new job was in the Erekson Hospital nursery. "Any later and I would have missed seeing you in your uniform for the first time!"

"It's not as terrible as I thought it would be." His mother's excitement over their move annoyed him. He wanted to be in the city not some sleepy podunk town.

"Well I'm off... and I won't be home until late." she said. "Eat something for breakfast, but don't be late for class. I believe they're pretty strict on that kind of stuff.

With a that and a kiss on the cheek his mother was out the door and gone. Alex decided to have a bowl of cereal for breakfast.