A/N: Hey. This is my first story. I’m only gonna post the prologue now. Tell me if you want me to keep going. The rest won’t be like this, though. It will be more like a real story. I hope you guys like it…

BTW: This school and all the people who go there are all from my mind…

It Feels Alright

Prologue

Big. Glamorous. Clean and shiny. My first impression of The Jameston Warner School of the Arts was that I would never fit in. I mean, me? The skinny little mama’s boy from a small town in Wisconsin? There was no way that I would ever feel at home in that place. It was too…what’s the word…sophisticated for me to handle at the time.

The whole time I attended the school I felt really out of place. It didn’t matter whom I was with or what I was doing. There were only two places I felt comfortable. Two places where I really felt like I was special, safe, and wanted. It wasn’t walking through the halls in my too-small clothes. Nor was it in the dining room eating my free meals. It wasn’t even in the classroom where I felt I was part of “the groupâ€