First stop for Zac. I pulled into the Scottsdale Middle School parking lot. He would have to face the 6th grade alone. "Try not to get beat up and remember what bus to come home on," were Taylor's words of wisdom to Zac as he caustiously approached the building. We watched him disappear in the sea of kids flowing into the double doors. "High school- here we come!" Taylor yelled out the window as we cruised down the road. "The teachers, the work...," I paused so both he and I could say in unison,"THE GIRLS!" We were laughing as I parked the car. But both of took one look at the school and were quiet. The school was huge. There were guys twice the size of us, cheerleaders already in uniform, teachers policing the unruly mob of students, and everyone was shouting to eachother over all the noise. I never used to think of myself as being a social outcast but this school year just might change my way of thinking. "We're dead," Taylor mumbled.