The front courtyard was the only truly beautiful area of the school. Trees lined a stone path that led to a small, student-cultivated garden. Pink, white, and yellow flowers (whose names were a mystery to me) spilled out of the thin wire fence around the garden. Several benches were scattered along the path, allowing for people interested in such things to immerse themselves in nature.

And there I was, bent over the side of the path, defiling the picturesque scene with the Mountain Dew I'd sucked down for breakfast.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot!" I gasped in between heaves. "Complete moron…God, I'm a retard…"

When the coughing and spluttering stopped, I tried to wipe the vomit from my chin, but only succeeded in dripping it down the front of my shirt.

"Really?" I asked, rolling my eyes. Apparently, lack of balls doesn't stop life from trying to kick you in them.

Suddenly, a high-pitched voice broke through my self-loathing: "Are you okay?"

I was still bent down, but out of the corner of my eye I saw a pair of sneakers attached to legs covered in some of the wackiest socks I'd ever seen. The neon swirls hurt my eyes, so I tilted my head up and looked at the owner of the headache-inducing footwear.

Author's Note: This is a preview of a story that's been in the works for months/years. I don't want to give much info away regarding characters and plot. Suffice it to say, it'll be different from most YA fiction. One hint: The main character is MALE. That's all you get - no more :P

Anyway, more will follow! It may take days/weeks/months, but it will get here!