My Character: Alexander Devereaux or Alex" Okay, son make sure you've got everything, I need to speak with the movers." My dad, William, said and gave me a weak smile before walking down the sidewalk toward the drivers of the two large orange colored trucks parked on the side of the road just in front of our house. My blue eyes that are now full of bottled up tears turn toward the house that I had grown up in. I had lived here since dad and mom brought me home from the hospital after I was born, sixteen years in all I had been here. But it wasn't only the house, but the entire town including Benedict High School that I was sad to leave. At Bendedict I had many friends, and my popularity was immense. What was most spectacular about Benedict was that I could be myself, meaning that I was out of the closet about being gay, this of course was something that annoyed the hell out of dad. Dad never said anything to me though since I made him proud by being captain of the school's fencing team, the fencing team is also what brought me my popularity. Since I was captian of the fencing team I had lead the team to two state championships. I am good at fencing because I am short and small in size, which makes me quick and springy. It was here in this town I realized I was gay, I was about ten, I realized that I am not like all the other boys because I am feminine in the way I walk, talk, and do things. A couple years later I developed a crush for a fourteen year old boy named Zach, we had kissed and the very next day he broke my heart. I hadn't dated since then and forced myself not to crush on anyone. There were plenty of good memories and bad memories in this house. Last year things got really bad, dad and mom had been fighting for weeks everytime they fought things got worse, it got so bad that mom asked for a divorce and that was that, mom abandoned me to live with dad. Mom had been comfortable with me being gay where as dad hated it but bared it. I tried to forget but how could I when someone I loved was missing from the family? I walk quietly through the now empty house, stopping to look out of randome windows from time to time, it seemed so strange now that it was empty. I hear the engines of the moving trucks outside turn on. I walk back down the stairs where dad is standing looking at his watch. "Ready kido?" He asked, I nod in response and walk out to dad's black explorer and get in the passenger side, throwing my backpack into the backseat after getting my ipod out and sticking my earbuds in my ears. Dad gets in and and pulls out of the driveway, the moving trucks follow us. We drive along for about an hour in complete silence, there has been little poision between dad and I after the divorce. Dad breaks the silence. "I know you don't like the thought of boarding school but Ithink once you see Darmoore Academy you'll like it, I mean there fencing program is one of the best in the nation." He says trying to lighten the mood. I don't say anything, I know Darmoore had been a long tradition in our family line. My great great grandfather Olvier Devereaux attended and every male had attended since then. I hated that I was going to have to rebuild my popularity all over again, but there would be nothing but boys as at the academy, at least there was one upside to it. The main reason I was being sent there is because dad had been offered the position of Head Master, a job grandpa had held for years before his passing a couple of years ago. The four hour long trip finally concluded, it was about 9:00pm when we arrived at our new home, it was a beautiful home, surrounded by woods and fields, not like our other home which was in a town surrounded by other homes. We spend the evening moving things into the house, we don't sort through everything we pretty much just set out the beds, something I'm ready for. The next day I wouldn't see the house again until summer. Tomorrow I would start at Darmoore, I just hoped the dorms were nice. The next morning was rather hectic, I showered quickly and styled my hair into it's usual emo style I dressed quickly in my uniform which consisted of black slacks, a white button down shirt, black tie, and black blazer. We could wear what ever shoes we pleased wheich Iwas happy for, I didn't think I could part with my converse. Dad and I ate a silent breakfast. After which we we went over an extensive check list of books and such I would need while I was at school. Once we were sure we had everything we were out the door and heading toward the explorer. I throw my fencing foils and suitcas in the back. Since I was joining the new school's fencing team I had to have my practice equipment. I buckle up and we're off. We drive for about 45 minutes until we arrive at the school, the school is beautiful, it's architecture is that of a castle with several tall towers and multiple huge buildings sprawling out along the enormous grounds of the school. The school is on the boarder of a great expanse of woods and fields which makes it even more interesting, at least it's in a beautiful place. The school is surrounded by a cobblestone wall the entrance was through an iron gate above which iron twisted into letters read Darmoore Academy. We drive up the cobblestone drive to the main building. The main building and welcoming center is a huge white stone building that seems to shimmer in the morning light. My dad lets me out and leaves to get to his office. There are crowds of guys dressed in there uniforms going here and there, a few guys were tossing a football back and forth. My first day was luckily a off day, the entire school did as they pleased today this would give me time to adjust to the school. I walk into the main building at get my schedule and given a key to the dormroom I would be sharing with someone. I wonder around cluelessly for five minutes and become irritated. I notice a guy laying under a tree, a very good looking guy. I sigh and walk over to him, my arms behind my back. "Hi." I say to the guy. "I'm Alex, new here. Um do you know where the dorms are?" I ask shyly. When meeting new people I was very shy, a trait I was never able to shake out although I was highly popular at Benedict. For a moment, I don't think the rather smug looking boy is going to answer perhaps he didn't hear me, his eyes were closed.