Seth walks into the place, backpack on one shoulder. It looks the same as any other normal place, he figures. Normal kids sit here and there talking to one another, there's a TV even. Didn't have one of those at my old school, he thought to himself. Well, who else would he be thinking to? He looks around and spots an empty chair. Quickly, he walks to it and sits, placing his backpack with all he owns in it between his legs on the floor, he places his arms on the arms of the chair and leans his head back with his eyes closed. *sigh* The quiet roar of the room starts a headache that only one thing could possibly cure that he won't be getting anytime soon. I wonder how Jenn and Britt are doing. Britt would be... just starting junior high this year. I wonder what Jenn did with her life. And mum. I hope she's okay. She sent you away! How can you be worried about someone who doesn't love you?! She does too love me! She just couldn't handle me. Excuses, excuses, the nagging voice argued. It was always there, no matter how hard he fought to tell it to shut up. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at all the people around him. This was home now. With that depressing thought, he brought hand just level with his face and began to shoot small sparks off inches above his hand. When one caught, he manipulated the fire until it rose and fell to his desire.