Konsa gagged, making sure that he had gotten all the puke out. School was frightening for him, making him so anxious he had already started puking. A hand gently touched his shoulder, seeking to provide comfort. Konsa shrugged it off violently, standing to his feet with a snarl. "Don't touch me." He said, glaring out from under his blue-black hair. The man, Konsa had forgotten his name, frowned and had a very gentle and sincere expression. It agitated Konsa further. "Are you ready to go the school now?" He asked quietly, Konsa balled his fists and nodded. His was driven, the car ride was silent and Konsa left without another word. As he neared the academy a sick feeling gurgled in his stomach. He ducked his head, not wanting other students to notice any uncovered scars or the fact one of his eyes were covered with a dark patch. He walked carefully, looking down at his schedule. Konsa stopped by a cafeteria, glancing in before taking a step inside. It buzzed with the talking of the gathered students.