Terry walked thought the halls, his redman chewing tobacco hat on to cover his head and a long sleeved dress shirt to look as formal as possible, thought with the large amount of muscle and odd aura to him he stood out like a sore thumb. Moving from loss angelos was tough for him and the differences in lifestyle were so clear. Sighing as he turned another corner he couldn't help but hunker down again when he was stared at again. He wanted it to go back to the ways they were before. The witness protection program had ruined his life this way. At his old school no one care about him, they were to busy trying to deal with life to pay attention to a boy like him. Fighting the urge to show them his bad side ,Terry came outside for a breathe of fresh air seeing the teacher yelling with the small group terry had to laugh a bit.