The path is clear he thought, as he once again stepped into a new school in a new town. All I have to do is blend in. He chuckled quietly at that thought because he knew this would be just like all the schools and all the other towns. They would stay a while, try to get jobs, try to fit in for the thousandth time. It was almost funny if you didn’t live it. He adjusted the heavy backpack, chosen to resemble the other kids’ packs and stepped inside the school entryway. At first it all seemed normal and maybe this time, just maybe, it would be. He looked into the empty hall, class must have already started because it was empty. Then he saw the floor and realized, no, this was not going to be different or new, and walked forward anyway.